Simplicity

It’s the light touch
That communicates.

The brush of a fingertip
Along an arm
Back of the hand
Stroked gently across a cheek
An arm loosely around the waist.

Without tender
All else is biology.

Let words be few
And all under two syllables.
Love’s language
Is best expressed
In quiet breath
The exhalation
Of abated passion.

Love is simplicity.

It’s the power of the pulse
Flitter of the lashes
Sparkle of the iris
Urgency deferred
Giving love’s flavor
Time to steep.

Love is balanced
By friendship
And passion tempered
By grace
When gentleness is strength.