LGBTQ+ Poem: I Crave, by Lillian Burns

Red is the color of her sweater
One hundred percent wool
None of that acrylic stu
I always thought wool was itchy and ugly
But nothing could be ugly on her
Hugging her is now my favorite pastime
Because I crave for it
I crave for that itch of the wool
Against my soft skin
I crave for that quaint aroma of her perfume
But even more than that
I crave for her lips against mine
For her arms around my body
For her forehead pressed to mine
For her hair to entangle my waves
I crave for her
Screw the sweater
I want her

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