We watched the sun set
As she counted the freckles on my thighs
I thought of D. H Lawrence
And the way the fabric of my blue dress
As soft as the bruising sunlight
Felt against my skin

The constellations peppered
On my flesh
Melanin galaxy,
A sunbaked andromeda

Who ever thought of a number
When counting stars?

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