Sunday, June 27, 2010

The One Where You Peel The Freckles From My Shoulders.

Dear Lover,

Goodness.
I'm pale.
Need a little sun.
To speckle up my shoulders.
The end of my nose.
And the tops of my cheeks.
So that you can spend your summer hours.
Counting the constellations scattered across me.

Love,
Me.

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