Etch

Quick etchings of your skin
Match your brown eyes
Your rosy cheeks
There’s a slope of your face
Quickly becoming my favorite place

Our word’s carry easy
Lifted with the grace of perfumed air
The past is forgotten
Please end this drought
My lips have wrought
They sacrifice with innocent nobility
They only want you

Let vanity carry us into spring
And lay us on top of Autumn
And May I see you soon
With a promise so hard to keep

We’ll answer the riddle
Of what traps my heart
Like four leaf clovers
Without any excuses
Stripped down
And ready to dive in
Bringing with me
Those etchings of your skin