eyes.
bright and making me think that
maybe
brown eyes aren't so bad
a nose, perfectly sculpted; and the lithe figure of an athlete
stretching out for leagues
a mouth
wide and always moving
a voice reminding you of darkness --
-- the comfortable kind;
you bet he gives the best hugs,
because
his laugh could make the arctic melt
and that sense of familiarity that you wish you could comprehend comes again,
and you smile, but from within.