Gets Me Every Time

This nervous thing I do touching the skin above my upper lip to the bottom of my nose and rubbing them together, it hurts, cuts, a day or two after shaving. I have all these subtle massaging ticks. Like blowing air into my palms to feel my spirit. It doesn't matter where I go, it's all beautiful. There's this woman in line at a Marin County Starbucks and she's in cobalt blue leggings, with thin long-sleeved near transparent white top frayed at the edges hanging and form-fitting on her slender torso. Her nose is prominent but well placed between friendlier than you'd expect blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. Only she's clean, and her limbs bend in angular ease and my blood whistles like a jungle bird.