It wasn't about love
It was connection
At that point I could count every freckle on his body
Mark every spot I had kissed
I had made up a story of every scar
Turning the childhood bike accident
Into Hercules
The old burn
Into Achilles
If I close my eyes I can still see every muscle and tendon in his stomach
Move up and down with gentle breaths
I can still hear his pulse
And feel ours beating together as one
For a few minutes two were one
And when it was over
I could still remember
57 freckles
The two on his stomach rising as my ear rested on his chest
So I didn't wait
He wasn't my first
But if I still close my eyes
I can remember them all in sync
The rushing pulses like the rushing ocean
Freckles plentiful like the stars
Remember stories of scars filling pages and pages of memory
And for that moment we are all connected as one