I like you in all your imperfectionI imagine you without the fields of freckles
You evoke fields wild and lush
They shade you like nature's makeup
I imagine you in the late summer's sun
Wind in your hair
Looking off into the horizon
I wonder what you want
These are an old man's meanderings
Remembering what once was
To love a young woman
To enjoy the beauty of helter skelter freckles
Coming together in synthesis
I live in decimation at the thought
I know my heart is in remission
And just the thought of your lips
I feel strange
There is a swaying back and forth
A ringing in my ears
The world is spinning
I am afraid for a moment
I seem to be in a sea of freckles
I'm swimming in them
My lungs are filling with them
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