this isn't love, I remind myself
as his fingers trace my clavicle
and follow the curve of my spine
maybe it's love's distant cousin
since it still spikes my heartbeat
minus the roses, the forehead kisses
the complications
like a strong dose of physical attraction
but when I wake up in the morning
I don't have to feel anything
the butterflies in my stomach
wither as the sun rises
their fleeting presence
makes my insides growl
I worry he'll hear as he leans in
and kisses me on the lips
before he leaves
quick and gentle
again I remind myself, this isn't love