She is All Things Lovely

clean and soft and
the smell of hot spices.
My hands fit softly
around her hips
and she jerks
towards me, just enough.
My chuckle draws
her brows together
and a tiny hand stings
my shoulder playfully.
Her eyes are gray or blue,
depending on the light
and the amount
of sadness my touch
can erase.
She lays her head
against my heart
and I stop laughing.
Just holding her
in silence
except for my beat
under her ear.