LGBTQ+ Poem by Raisa Perez

We were so close in that bed
I couldn’t help but breathe you in.
I hovered my hands over your skin
moving from hot to cold,
chasing the goosebumps from
one end of you to the other.

You held me like you meant it
and that was all the permission
I needed that night.

You don’t even make sense sometimes.
You stutter, you flutter,
all over me, tripping over
steps and phrases.

I like how the words taste in my mouth
when I answer your
stupid, vapid questions.
You weirdo.
My favorite 2AM.
Come here.
Breathe me in.
Finish the perfume on my neck.
I sprayed a little bit more when
you weren’t looking.

I think noones gonna forget
that first kiss.
A fire extinguisher
between us could not stop
the tension and attraction.
It was intimate
and almost immediate.
Like we were meant to do it
all along.

That sofa will forever hold you.
Like how you held my head and my hand
while you kissed the fucking moles out of my lips.
It will always stay with me,
how you gave me that incredible weight
of loving and leaving at the same damn time.