Freckles and Magic
Naked on Cashmere
English - September 16, 2019 00:00 - 8 minutes - 15.1 MB - ★★★★★ - 523 ratingsBooks Arts Society & Culture Personal Journals atticus cashmere instagram literature magic meditation naked poem poetry stars Homepage Download Apple Podcasts Google Podcasts Overcast Castro Pocket Casts RSS feed
She was all freckles and magic,
this girl that lived next door,
pebbles on her window,
and she was suddenly there,
she took my hand,
as the moon pinched at our skin
and my heart beat fast
as her warmth swallowed me up.
It was back through the garden
and the hole in the fence,
along the path I’d made as a boy —
knights in our stories —
a thousand times I’d run this trail
but not with her.
On we ran into the silver-spotted black,
quick-moving feet
along the picket-patched-paths of moon-light,
sprinkling and sparkling
along the mossy floor.
Her face was everything
that young love should be,
and it swallowed me
with every look.
The stars were alive for us
and we shared them
as only young love could.
We ran through moving vines,
into a painted silver meadow,
where we sailed
through the tall milky grass,
like a wooden boat,
through a silver sea.
And there we found our castle,
an old stone house,
where a moss covered chimney
stood alone to spill
the secrets of its life.
So on that sweeping grass we laid,
and spilled our dreams,
as only young love could,
And when we saw a shooting star,
we’d make a wish,
And her face would tumble close to mind,
a freckled nose as soft as snow.
We knew no world
passed what we saw,
for ours was in our eyes.
And so we lay
with shooting stars
and freckled skin,
and promised our love
would last forever,
and so in our forever it would,
there in a castle on top
of blueberry hill
with silver moon rivers
and sailing ships.
and we smiled
as we stared
at the world we made
in the stars
as only young love could.
xx Atticus
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Other reading today:
"If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda