The Only Boy I Love

The only boy I love likes La la land and Mimosa. The flower not the drink. Or maybe both,                I never asked him and it amazes me how we still have so many things to find out about each other after all the years and texts and late night talks.

The only cishet guy in my heart likes glitter and penguins. Reads me recipes to calm me down. Doesn’t show up to a Pride march if he isn’t invited. Always comes and get me when I call in the middle of a party. Tells me about all the cute girls. Helps me with my boy bow ties. Asks if it’s okay  before he does anything.

The only boy I love tells me on a train he could help me make a baby if I needed him to.              And still our friends seem surprised when they come visit and notice                                              I’ve got pictures of him in every single room.

The only boy I love is the one I can’t make a home without.