Do others see it n the way that I often do?
Does it look like two young people each wearing Letterman's jackets, holding hands in the movie theater? And does it smell like a sweet and salty combination of buttery popcorn and Reese's Pieces? Or does it feel like thin, cheap, and greasy napkins? Is love the cup holder that hugs a Diet Coke? ;)
Does it look like older folks or middle aged people walking arm in arm at the tired end of a visit to their local farmer's market? And does it smell like a combination of that which they just bought from the fishmonger and the flower cart?
Does it look and feel like newlyweds reaching for one another in the middle of the night to make passionate love?
Or is it the surrendering kind of love making at 2 a.m. by a long time married couple who are exhausted and beat up by the contagious ugliness of many people in this world. Though they were both keeping careful watch, a little bit of chaos bore into their own precious 2'gether-4'ever bubble..... The fires of trouble and doubt extinguish when meaty flesh enters soft flesh. Is it love that lingers when only the scent of their fire-brings-new-life kind of sex remains?
Is it something more innocent such as that thing that started off decades ago at the roller rink, her long hair flowing backwards, his accelerated blood-flow pulsing, weaving, and pulling them through the throng of hormones and pheromones in sinusoidal patterns. White knuckled, they're holding hands when he officially asks her to be his girlfriend. Is it love when her "yes" is then recorded among the invisible mental list of things that might occur in high school, but does not end with torn photo booth pictures soaked in lighter fluid by one angry graduate the following summer?
I see that love can taste sweet and salty, appear weathered or new, burn brightly or burn out, feel dry or sweaty, and be administered with both ease and great difficulty and everything in between.
I wonder what love looks like from your points of view.
Do you see it here in the way that I do?