I want a quiet love.
Not smothering. Or gushy.
Not boisterous. Or sickeningly sweet.
But instead undemanding.
Let's stand next to each other, close enough that our shirt-sleeves brush, but that is all.
A hand brushed across a back as they pass.
A gentle kiss on the forehead or neck.
Let's sit so close that our whole bodies touch without holding one another.
I simply stated, I like you, that holds all the feelings in the world.
An arm laid across the back of their chair.
A hand rested on a thigh.
Me holding your arm as we walk.
An arm loosely around my waist.
A smile across the room.
A hand momentarily resting on a shoulder.
Let's be comfortable together. Just being.
A love that's mutually understood.
An understated love.