She has a way of speaking
that when she does
the whole room just stops and takes in every word she has to offer
like a nicotine addict sucking in every last breath of a cigarette.
Voice like smooth red wine
her words curl into the air
floating past every layer of our atmosphere.
Her voice makes all around her have goosebumps racing up and down our legs
to the spine and past the beating of all hearts.
She moves effortlessly.
Her short stature is hidden by the Doc Martins that give her an extra bit of height to help her glide across the room a little more confidently.
She doesn't like wearing shorts in public because she's worried about how other people see her.
She has enough conscious about her body for a million women.
When I tell her that her thighs aren't too fat
or her arms are proportionate
she hugs me.
And at those moments
I continually wish I had the courage to take my own advice.
