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And I’ll Paint Love Upon You
You see your freckles as
the sun marking you as you age;
I see them as a hybrid game
of connect-the-dots with kisses
and color-by-numbers where
my lips brush skin till filled
with a rosy blush, augmenting
exquisite mixed-medium
masterpiece.
Pucker-up, sweet
sun-kissed canvas.
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Written for dVerse Quadrille #84, hosted by Mish. Other poets have contributed to this prompt here.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
Beautiful 😍
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Thanks. 😊
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Connect the dots with kisses, I like it. Your lips would have callouses if you connected all of my dots lol.
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Just lovely, Barry!
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Just Barry at HEPHAESTUS’ WASTE & COSMIC RUBBLE
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I greatly appreciate the repost! Thanks!
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My pleasure!
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I like the thought of a face being the canvas one kisses.
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Me too. Thanks, Frank. 😊
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That’s a wonderful and tender perspective on freckle-ness Barry. This made for engaging uplifting reading. Connect those dots… 🙂
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Thanks, Rob. 😊
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Awww….how romantic and imaginative.
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