moving on
The end result:
there was no real heart there,
clever dialogue, dramatic scenes,
absurdities and details,
sex scenes lacking steam.
Love is exposing yourself,
letting yourself love,
a gentle sensitivity
left to the imagination
and elaborately painted.
Something intellectual,
awakening and honesty,
endearingly shy, wickedly erotic,
laughter, tears, and insight,
unending hope.
