Love tiptoes in,
not with thunder, but a hush
a glance held too long,
a breath caught in a rush
It speaks in coffee spoons
and tangled bedsheets,
in Sunday silence,
in heartbeats
It stumbles sometimes,
awkward, unsure
but lingers like sunlight
on a hardwood floor.
It isn’t always fireworks
it’s often just staying.
choosing eachother
without even saying.