They form a familiar map
Across the space of her skin.
A trio creating Orion’s belt
Dotted along the shoulder.
Celestial clusters hiding in
The crook of her arm.
A dusting on her back.
Hundreds scattered over the galaxy
Of her face; blooming when her smile
The darkest located just to the right of her lips;
The North Star to guide me home.
It would take a light year to count them all.
Even longer to kiss.
But it never stops me trying.