love is an idea that you came up with
over your morning coffee
you come up to me and say
"have you ever heard of this thing called love?"
and place your hand in the small of my back
pulling me towards you in a way that seems intuitive
like the way a river flows
i imagine that gravity didn't exist until you pulled me in your direction
you ask if we can slow dance in the middle of our living room
and i just laugh
and repeat the word 'dance' in your accent
it's "dance" not "dance"
i look at you with eyes that convey "hehe"
i make fun of the way you dance
i make fun of the way you love
