There once was a boy who knew

her lines were drawn in the sand
he knew where she chose to stand
but he ebbed and flowed like the tide
and washed all her lines away

the tides tumultuously turned:
took off running and left her burned
when he whose first step seemed harmless
acted thoughtlessly against her *No's

quickly the sand turned quick
her body began to stick
- to his, and she sank
unwillingly into his rhythms

forever changed *her rhythms, her course
with the force of his own (inter)course
Ignored her Pleads
for the sake of his "needs"

recollections slightly blurred
but it's unfogged that he heard
he Knew.
*he knew.