Sun-drenched birthmark

Speak to me of the celestial sun spots etched upon your skin,
those pale, hushed constellations, seemingly so far.

Unveil to me the commonplace nature they hold for you,
how they often fade into the tapestry unseen by hurried eyes.

Stars in the sun's bright gaze? 
Who spares them a glance —
Who truly perceives them,
save for me,
in this nearness where our very breaths entwine,
and the rhythm of your heart echoes within mine.

With a gentle touch, I chart the landscapes of your being,
seeking the silent narratives held within each birthmark,
on this warm afternoon's embrace,
where tenderness rests between us,
a drowsy warmth, curled and content as a sun-drenched cat or dog.