I
Your freckle hides away in
the mountains
Of your shoulder blades
II
Every night
My lips search
For your freckle
Through the darkness
III
Your Freckle isn’t big,
It isn’t misshaped;
It’s perfectly unnoticed
IV
Your freckle sends shivers down
my spine
everytime you arch your back
ever so slightly
V
Everytime you put
Your shirt back on,
to your freckle,
I whisper
“Until next time, my love.”
VI
As we sleep and
you lie away,
my hand reaches for
your back—for your freckle
to make sure your still there
VII
Trying to convince your freckle
Not to leave town
Was like
Asking the sun
Not to come up for a day or two
VIII
And now I’m tired and coffee tastes
like mud
when I don’t have your freckle there
to wake me every morning
IX
When you left, I saw freckles everywhere.
On faces
arms
legs.
X
I wanted to cut every freckle
out from everyone else’s
undeserving skin
XI
Without your freckle
my life is an endless search for
the moon
the sky
and the stars
In a world of darkness
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