Ode to a birthmark

When I slide my lips down your neck,
your shoulders encase little shrubberies
Of beige, brown, and ash color treats
I long to plant my mouth in them all night
To feel the tender, beloved aberrations
What would I not give to bask in
my little orchard of peace and perfection
My dreams are wet with suckling on
your sweet decadent piece of confection
To think my love that beauty and charm
Are locked in so many wondrous things in nature
That gifts from the universe are hidden
In the unlikeliest places, and I found mine
under your shirt, near your heart

For a friend...

You look at me with those brandy eyes
Flecks of amber glowing in twilight hours
Seeking answers in a night of truth and lies
I have no choice but to succumb to your powers

Your eyes plunder me, now probing, now protective
I let go of the dark demons plaguing my soul
They pin me with doubt and color my perspective
A glance from you and I’m pristine again, no taint nor foul

There say treasures lie among rubble and ruin
I sat alone among the pieces of my heart, willing myself
To feel something, anything, to scrape numbness for pain
Feel I did overjoyed, a joy that sears and cuts like a knife

I beg you to take me away to mountains that are mystical
Leave the loss and debris behind, to start anew life (!)
You stoop to pick up my pieces with that smile so ironical
I will take all of you, shards and all, come what strife

No one but you knows, what I need so badly, is reassurance,
You weld me together with your words of validation
You put the sparkle back in my eyes, the spring in my dance
I could call you blacksmith, but you know I prefer magician