but the way he carries himself –
the aura of his personal space
the light emitted from his eyes
the smile that circles his face
the sway of his hips as he walks
the nod of his head as he listens
his lashes that flirt as he talks
his brows that magically glisten
the hair that lies flat on the sides of his head
his toes that point outward toward me
his cheeks all glossy and red
the dimples that twinkle as stars
the arms that swing as if they’re dancing
these few things about him are
to me entirely entrancing