Mole Skin

Out damned spots

Out I Say

Wishing I was born another way

With olive skin uninterrupted

By these antly brown blemishes

Five hundred twenty eight

I counted

Do you want to be a canvas bare?

How bland

He think my umber markings extraordinaire

To be kissed by an angel so may times and regret

Those tiny carob nibbles

He laments

Girls without freckles sucketh

Without those raw sienna speckles I’ll plummet

Into a raving ocean a drown

No cocoa islands beckoning to my aching arms

I gaze afresh

At my moles molasses

A constellation of brunette stars

Guide me to a caramel realization

I reach out my hand

Adorned with brandy drops

And pull him from the angry ocean

My chestnut pinched arms

Wrap around the shivering fellow

He counts my birchy sprinkles

As he dries

Five hundred twenty nine

I’m corrected