freckles

she had freckles
scattered across her chest
that i couldnt help but notice
when she took her shirt off.
she was self conscious then,
of the freckles,
but i liked them,
and i liked the way she held her arms
over her chest to cover them.
i wanted to wrap her up
in my arms
and kiss each and every one
of those freckles
to make her feel
that she could trust me.
but instead i smiled,
and she smiled back,
and let her arms drop
away from those freckles.
i loved her
in that moment,
and still do.