dear seamus,

you have some of the most amazing freckles i've ever seen. sure, you might just see them as brown specks all over your face but . . . i see something more.

your freckles aren't just some spots on your nose or cheeks or shoulders. they're angel kisses. they're a blessing from aphrodite, making you much more beautiful than anyone i've ever laid eyes on. they make you look like a god, of sorts. those freckles of yours are the many sprinkles that decorate an ice cream sundae. the kind of treat i'd enjoy on a hot summers day. they make me imagine us sitting together in the grass. they make me imagine you laying shirtless, the sun kissing your freckled body, making it glow in radiance. they make you look like a sweet, heavenly dessert. a dessert that i so desperately want.

i want to count them.

i want to lay in bed next to you, seamus, under the silky covers beneath the night sky. i want to look at your shoulders and back and i want to count all your freckles like one would count the stars. i want to trace my fingers against that milky white galaxy of yours and feel the magic tingles i get whenever i'm around you. i want to find hidden constellations and caress them with my lips. i want to know what space tastes like.

i want to know what happens if i swallow a shooting star and then keep it hidden in my chest like a secret i can't share. not that i'd want to share this bright ball of light i managed to grab a hold of. nor do i want to let it go because, i may never get it back. it will just return to the darkness and hide by the glittery moon.

i enjoy those freckles of yours.

they make my stomach swirl.

- anonymous