my older cousin called andrew used to say that if a boy ever went to kiss me on the mouth he would turn away because he'd mistake the freckle on my bottom lip for chocolate

he said that when i was in seventh grade and i still remember it

well it turns out that i had better luck than andrew because his eighteen year old brother died that year

and now i don't only kiss boys

i kiss girls too

the point of the story is that my freckle is placed sort of unusually

and i hadn't met anyone with a freckle like mine until i met my lover

we met back in the day when i was into angel numbers and signs from the universe

and i read in a book back in that lifetime that lovers with birthmarks in the same place are soulmates

and i thought

oh god it's a sign!

i don't believe in signs from the universe or god or whoever placed the freckles on our lips anymore

but i do believe that sometimes you just have a lot in common with someone

shared trauma with death and

a freckle on the bottom lip, front and center

Her moonkissed lit up eyes,

shimmering like nothing before.

And now the world explodes,

the world comes before,

the world and I finally meet.

Her eyes they touch mine

a breath gasps far away

the dull world has turned

left to never return

I now can see the stars

starry nights and scars

golden spools of light

love at my first sight

Her eyes are the world now

I now know what beauty means

I was blind with brilliant eyes

I can now finally breathe

now live.