to her freckles

a cluster of four, small

honey brown dots

pointing out her almond eyes

and that wonderful mouth

an old lover of her’s

said you were like stars

an unearthly constellation

mapping her beautiful face

instead I sometimes think

you could be a lost pirate map

marking the place of desire

that so many try to claim

so if she chooses to erase you

then I fear we will be lost

without you to guide us

to her forbidden treasures

be stubborn

resist her reckless thoughts

and when she sleeps, whisper

   we belong here as much as you do

it is not up to you to choose