Love is...

Love is a warm cup of coffee. At first it is hot, sweet, and invigorating. As the mug is cupped by aging fingers, the sweetness settles into a warm reminder of frosted snowflakes on eyelashes, of linked pinkies at the movie theater, of past kisses curled in the center of the tongue. The taste lingers throughout the day and slides easily through time and memories to percolate in the center of the heart. It becomes the curl of steam steadily rising; settling on the body like a warm sweater. A soft reminder of what was, what is, and what will be. Love, is a warm cup of coffee.