By Dani Brauer

Grass stains on my favorite jeans

They stay well into my teens

These stains were destined from my birth

They’re just kisses from the Earth

 

I hold my head up high

I feel the light beam from the sky

The spots on my nose are close to none

They’re just kisses from the sun

 

At night I lay in my bed

I look kindly at the long book read

My cheeks turn a soft maroon

They’re just kisses from the moon

 

I think of drawings on pavement

From when our minds were young and impatient

I smile faintly at my childhood scars

They’re just kisses from the stars