her jeans carry stains
her shirt hold wrinkles
she shuffles past
her eyes smiling
only hidden by the lenses
that hold me within
phrases effortlessly pass
across her lips
causing me to pause...
i breathe in 
in anticipation of resolution
but she stops.
her voice lingers in my mind
the structure of her words
captivates me
my gaze of wonder, perhaps
relays to her something clear
that i fail to see
i lower my eyes
vying to slalem through
the intrigue that resides
in her simplicity.