Some Call It Love

Some call it love
when a heart beats
madly out of control
like a drum solo
on speed.

Some call it love
when the spirit sings
with mischief and delight,
when the world
shines more brilliantly,
when you'd rather
skip than walk.

I call it love
when hands touch
(whilst reaching for the salt)....
you reading the New York Times,
me with a pencil and a folded-up page,
only the crossword puzzle showing....
Eyes meet,
silent smiles appear,
and linger.

DLD/29MAR07