Was it?

Was it some god that
threw that faint spray
of light, bright freckles
across your chest, that night
sky where the stars are dark
and the dark is light?
Sun spray, sea spray
light spray, dark spray
where luscious and luscious ever
meet, I confess my
eyes wandered down when
you, looking down, drew triangles
to work out the shapes
of my path and numbered the characters
of my way, and, though
I still wonder as to who,
then I knew that my
destiny was done and
that I was just a kid
left to play, stay, stand and sway
long after my dark
was planned to come and,
looking at the curve - sun spray, sea spray
light spray, dark spray
where luscious and luscious ever
meet - before your heart,
that my destiny was
won.