love* was the excitement
for the next moment we'd meet
it was the the warmth of your hand
when you first brushed my cheek
it was the vulnerability
of inviting you
into my sheets
love was that you were
proud of me
while all the others had been so discreet

but

in love* is your scent
you leave on my pillows
that is oh so sweet
it is the the rush of blood
that leaves me tingling
from my heart to my feet
in love is the way you look at me
with eyes
full of passion and heat
while you hug me hard
and kiss me so deep
because being in love with you
is being away for the week
and yet knowing
everything is still so concrete