I guess I fell in love

with the art of conversation.

People watching.

Morning coffees

and late night teas.

I liked the way

his mouth curved

before he kissed me.

Maybe the way

the sun danced around

the room,

and a flurry of halos

illuminated the table tops.

Or perhaps I just fell in love

with the sensation of his lips on my ear,

his breath on my skin

as he whispered my name,

whilst I watched a pink sky

blend into

violet.