Love-Equals

Friction strikes against stony eyes, passion sparks and the wick catches fire and the young flame dances to life. It sputters softly through fleeting glances and spits flame at gentle touches. Then the fire softens its intense heat, dimming and glowing gently against the darkness as initial passion fades into something more wholesome. The flame slowly burns the fat of life and sucks the oxygen out of the air until one cannot breathe without the other. Down the fire goes, melting away steadily and growing ever larger until at last the entire function is ablaze with it's warmth. With nothing left to burn the flame dims gently until with

Love is… The stroke of a soft cheek. A blush. The sound of another’s heart beat. A gasp. The feeling of their hair in your hands. A smile. The brush of fingers against their back. A shiver. The telling of secrets and stories. A laugh. The apology of a hidden lie. A cry. The pair of lips pressed against a scar. A tear. The sight of watching them sleep. A sigh. The softness of their voice. A song. The warmth of being held close A dance. The sharing of an ice cream cone. A taste. The quilt around two cold bodies. A touch. The caring of their aching cough. A fever. The confession of one’s feelings. A hug