you have freckles right underneath your eyes
right in the place where i plant kisses
like the floorboard that I step on
every time I take off my shoes
when i go to bed
- i have half moons,
bags that i carry through the day-
they'll lead you to places when the time comes
- those baby blue sheets
that i hide under at night
are the same beautiful color
that i see
when i peek out from under the covers
- the place on your neck
that you say you hate
i know i can't make you love it more
but i'll kiss all of the bruises
i'll try to wash them away
along with the chills
that run like rivers
down my spine
every time you leave
that taste
on me