The freckles that dapple your face
Look more like stars burning low
Their embers shining
Illuminating the planes of your cheeks
A new constellation forming whenever I steal a glance
The freckles that splatter your face
Look more like the latest masterpiece
Drops of paint like glistening rain
Every stain coming from a loving flick of a brush
To hang them in a museum won’t even be enough
The freckles that sprinkle your face
Look more like wildflowers
Sweet petals growing on lucky pores
Each one blooming and soaking in your light
Every single one with its own simple perfection
The freckles that litter your face
Look more like lost objects found
Bits of paper and cloth spun about in the wind
Keys and locks, toys and blocks
Leaving a trail of things I never knew I needed until they were gone