Sometimes...

Romance is just…

A yes, a no, a maybe so, 

A "Can I touch?"

"A little… not much…"

Even teeth biting a ripe lip

A wistful glance, a Freudian slip.

Sometimes it's 

A touch of hands

A breathless kiss

A shy suitor

Walking out of the mist.

 

A thumb on a cheekbone

A carefully held chair

A blush when somebody

Sees what's "down there!"

Help with a homework,

A well-timed joke.

Not going dutch treat

Cause a friend is broke.

A sandwich made after a long hard day.

A warmth in your bed that won't go away.

A caress

Anywhere

The stroke of a hip

Smoothing of a flank

Tongue tip tracing

The upper thigh.

Or a giggled, "Not yet."

Or a blushing "Goodbye."

Sometimes it's a drive in the twilight

Summer breeze in your face

Warm hand on your knee.

Or someone else getting up

To turn off the TV.

Sometimes it's, "I've got the kids."

Or "I want kids."

Or "I'd rather have you."

Sometimes it's a dog.

Or a cat. 

Or two.

A give, a take, a thrust, a come.

A sure knowledge somebody's gonna get some.

The body in your bed being your only home.

Not having to wake up alone.

Sometimes romance is…

A quiet moment

An afternoon

A gasp, a moan, in a locked bedroom.

Sometimes it's a kiss in the dark,

Half awake,

Random body parts

Orgasm!  Sleep.

Sometime it's a text without reason.

Or a smiley face.

Or a trouncing in Words.

Or a phone call, to say hi

To just make sure.

Sometimes it's nothing

But not being alone.

Sometimes that's all.

That's everything.

It's the only thing known.

Sometimes…

Romance is.