Evies muse

I love her rough hands.

The calluses on her pinky fingers tip.

The light scratch she leaves when her hands pass through my hair.

I love her small eyes.

The brown and yellow planets that spin her head, dragging me through a universe of thoughts, a milky way of tears.

I love her long hair.

The curls at the ends when the sea soaks it with its salt and the fish kiss the strands with their pursed lips. 

The auburn in roots that only appears with the glimmer of the sun on a summer night.

I love her annoyance with the world.

When she runs in the streets, walks with a skip.

I love her impatience.

The tight blink of her eyes,

The shake in her leg during any video over 3 minutes,

The snap of her fingers in a quiet room.

I love her spots and her scars,

Her unproportionate body,

The freckle on her stomach, the freckle on her back.

I love her when she hates herself, I love her when she's her.