Your freckle covered body, your non stop nervous chatter.
Your quirky fashion sense, your "8 year old girl" bladder.

The way you asked for permission before kissing me goodnight.
The way you told me later that you wanted to be mine.

Your beer-fact filled mind, your world war 1 obsession.
Your innocent fumble, your absolute perfection.

To look at you is lying down in the grass and gazing up towards the night sky.

Your freckles are constellations I wouldn't mind studying closer, your eyes are a fog I could so easily get lost in if I'm not careful.

The light from your soul has started to mend mine,

and I welcome it.

I connect the freckles on her face

****** constellations

To see my daily horoscope

the freckles on my skin
are constellations
waiting to be explored

Life is how you enjoy...
The rain..
Wheter to use an umbrella...
To avoid it...
Or ....
You will dance...
With the freckles...

She
Lazily
Traced her fingers along my arm
Occasionally circling freckles
For emphasis
However,
Her eyes were closed.
There was no method,
No melody to a song she was writing
Along my arm
I almost wished she were something like mine
For she traces a blanket of stars
when she's asleep
I almost wish she were
Here
For a blanket of stars to be mine to keep

Your cheeks
are the
      sky

and every freckle is a glittering
star.
Your eyes are like beautiful moons, deep
blue,
like the    
                               sea
and full of

         wonder.