I could name all the freckles on your skin
I could trace them with my kiss and make constellations
But the memory of your body
Memory alone is no consolation
Where your shoulder joined your neck
The scent and taste of salt and earth
The weight of you on top of me
And the wait of what it’s worth
Where we were when the sun came up
Curtains back, pillow talk, bed unmade
Swollen lips, finger tips trace your face
eyes warm soft sun-bleached suede
if I’m honest that was the best time
the only one to reach the sky
wrapped you up, filled my cup
we were always meant to say goodbye
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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