Blue Sweater

She smiles with what seem like butter-soft lips and I forget to breath for a second.

As she looks at me, her cheeks become two perfect globes separated by a row of glowing teeth straighter than I’ll ever be around her.

She turns her head slightly to the side when she talks as though the angled bridge of her nose will conceal secret emotions her eyes ache to spill like tears of joy.  

Those eyes. They follow you in a gentle silence signaling a constant presence of thought - when you exist in her sphere, you exist in her mind.

I burst a little inside at the sight of hands clutched into sweater sleeves and the sound of nervous giggles in the deepening twilight of a chilly fall evening.      

I am attracted to her not only because she possesses a quiet calm that makes you feel safe but because she is a soul I can sit in silence with.