Sappy Recollection

By Rachelle King

I wish you could see me
standing in front of the mirror like this.
Material-less
Bare breasts dangling
although they were perkier
when you cupped them gently in you hands.
It was the most complimentary form
I ever saw my breasts in.

Freckles on my face
remnants from star dust
delivered personally
by day light’s illuminous rays.
I captured some while
spending days with you
Picknicks and the zoo.
The scars of hours spent
in tender consideration
of eachother’s hearts.

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