you can claim this poem

I don’t know
how to not write a love poem
until he taught me
that my body us more than
a wilderness
for men to explore
and that my freckles are not constellations
for greedy hands to to trace
and name after themselves
like conquests
instead,
(he said)
my freckles are galaxies
existing untamed
under my skin
and when he reached out
to run his fingers along
not my thigh
but my mind
stanzas began pouring from my lips
and rather than kissing them away
he devoured every word
and then asked for seconds

October 8, 2020

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