Love is in the look
beautiful eyes fanned by coal black lashes
you know their real colour when they are alert
brown, hazel or are they tawny?
mirth bubbles in them when they settle on you
they brim with warmth and tenderness when they smile at you
every time, its like a private conversation between you
seemingly interrupted when there is a distance
only to continue undeterred when you meet again
its like there was never any going away
love is in the touch
could be a hold, tapping, skimming or a caress
what it is
is electrifying, singing ...