The freckles on your back
are much more than that.
They are unnamed constellations,
a beautiful collection of stars
scattered along and across the galaxy
of you, for me to explore.
Fingertips like shooting stars,
soaring along the milky way that is your spine,
circling rings like Saturn.
Time flies, lightyears,
but we don't notice.
Let me travel the worlds in you.
[ Samantha F. Gill ]