There are secrets buried in the freckles on your elbow. Stories, memories, dreams All interwoven with epithelial cells and sunlight.
When I first realized I loved you I found myself captivated by essence of star you carried in your skin Like Sirius, embodied. But now that my eyes have adjusted to your brilliance, I instead ponder the depths of the tales each freckle could tell. You are endless, intricate, effervescent man, you Are your own night sky of constellations.