minor details.

She knows every mark on her lover's body.
She knows the yellow spots in her deep blue eyes, the left one more vibrant and visible than the right one.
She knows the way the cartelidge at the top of her left ear stays closed, unlike everyone else's ears.
She knows the white birth mark, that trails from the middle of her ribs, down her stomach, into the shape of rainbow, around her left side, up her back, and down her left arm, twisting around to her under arm, stopping just above her elbow.
She knows the small, dark birth mark, in the shape of a fish on her left hip bone.
She knows the white blotchy birth mark on the back of her right calf.
She knows the small, dark birth mark, just to the right of her belly button, and the freckle just to the left of it.
She knows her freckles; the one on her neck, the one on her chin, the one on her wrist, the one on her right big toe, the one on her right calf, the ones on her shoulders, and the one just near her right elbow.
She knows the mole on her right thigh, along her bikini line, and the one at the top of her butt, on the right side.
She knows every scar, from the short line between her ribs, to the parallel lines on her thighs. She knows the scars that line her pelvis, and the ones that darken her hips. She knows the scar on her left pointer finger, right at the last knuckle. She knows the one on the inside of her right wrist, and the one that looks like a sad face on her right palm. She knows the ones on her knees, and the ones on her ankles, and the ones on both shins. And she knows the one that is just a darkened circle around her right elbow.
She knows every curve and bump, every perfection and flaw, of her lover's body.
As she kisses her, and touches her, she takes in all of these details. She memorizes them. For one day, they could be gone.