Your eyes is purple deep
With traces of birth mark at your spine lines
A parch of melanin close to your nipples
Like the dot of the moon on the sky at night
Behind your hips at the side
Is the scratch of a single nail
Like the beautiful lines of the palm
I can describe you with my eyes closed
Cause your every imperfection
Is what I can call my love
I love you in the seven dots on your face
And the pervasive tribal marks on your cheek
Reminds me of my mother
I know the hole at the left part
Of your mouth where I reached
With my tongue on our first kiss
I could tell the roundness of your breast
Like the cup I held in comparison to a grape
Only me can sculpt you to perfection
Without any miss but accurate cut
Since i know your body from behind and above
And I know you completely like a missing rib I lost and love.
