connecting dots

dawn slips through open

window blinds, painting stripes on

your sunburned shoulder

.

skin warm against me

I trace the shadowed outlines

of your collarbone

.

before gliding down

shallow valley of your spine

skin raised in goosebumps

.

fingertips lightly

drawing Cassiopeia

along your hip’s curve

.

your freckled constellations

the North Star guiding me home

So talk to me, baby ...

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