Run the palm of your hand over her stretch marks, like rivers painted on the back of her legs, and on her thighs.
Count all of her freckles, like all the stars in a galaxy.
Press your lips to her bruises, blue, yellow, purple, and imagine the clouds wrapping up for the day, a symphony of warm colors.
Burrow your nose into the hollow of her collarbone. Run your fingers down her arms, and feel her goosebumps, like raindrops on your windowpane, but just a light drizzle on a warm summer night.
Remember that her imperfections are what make her so beautiful.