Moles

I'd call her beautiful

But it wouldn't be justice

For there are galaxies interwoven in her

The moles on her hand form a constellation I've yet to name

The moles on her torso form a moon, always a crescent

The mole on her lips looks like a strawberry pudding with single choco chip

There's a mole behind her ear so perfectly hidden

Like she hides her secrets behind the mischievous smile

The little mole on her nose looks like Saturn with its nose ring

She has moles on thigh, she successfully hides like the million other mysteries of universe

I'd find them one by one if she lets me

As I think about it, I found another on her neck

I smile to myself and kiss her again.