Carolina summers leave temporary tattoos on my skin,
Scattered clumps of toffee-colored freckles stained where porcelain had been.
My cheeks hues of red as burning coals replace bone;
Sparking not from a match, but the flattery you've sown.
You caught me in the creases your smile carves around your eyes.
You kept me tangled in your oversized hands to signify unspoken ties.
Darling, if you choose to love me, no looking back.
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