love erotic poem poetry philosphical

SPECKLE

whole life I have been
looking for refuge
looking
for consolation

refuge from so many things
better not innumerate
bore you
waste your time
with a long, long list

but as for consolation,
have sought it everywhere
in art, in poetry,
consolation in fiction
(and yes, Boethius) consolation
in philosophy

but above all
and below

it is you
I have sought, thirsted and
hungered for, dreamt of
prayed
night and day that
if only

sought each little tiny consolation
that you might give

in every (almost invisible)
significant speckle in
your
dark, dark skin