Something in
the curve of his lips,
the uncombed hair
or the way he wears
only khakis in winter.
A soft word
spoken over the phone
and I will melt again.
The way he smiles
like a little boy
when he knows he shouldn't...
How he touches me,
pinches me
but not so very hard.
The way his freckles fall along his nose,
or how he takes a photograph of the sun
and turns it to the moon.
He looks at me,
hesitantly as he grabs his girlfriend's hand.