Speckled Frogs

There is a yellow blanket that smells like babies in love,

kisses tasting like cherry chapstick and Dr. Pepper.

The flickering of your mom’s scented candles

catch my eye in the dichotomy of lights,

as I look at the chocolate chip freckles

speckled on the white of your skin.


My stomach feels like butterflies, No

like caterpillars


squirming in metamorphosis


you smile and your hands are cold

as you kiss another parasite into my hungry mouth.

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