Do you remember
that night?
the first time
we made out.

We went looking for stars
and found rain.
As we lay in the grass,
damp
with the impending
downpour,

Your eyes hovered
above mine
as I talked nonsense
somewhat unsure
nervous
but willing

The both of us

Until I lifted my chin to yours,
and the rain began to fall,
Building,
until we were drenched with it

And I trembled
half from the wet
half from the way
Your fingers traced over
My chilled skin

You moved your hand across my bust
between layers of shirt and bra
searching for the boundaries

And, I, with my hand
  guided your hand
   under the wire

Where you grasped,
telling me I was beautiful

You made me feel it

You were the first
I ever let touch me
like that

Because I knew you would
but
what I didn’t know
was how deeply.