cars are speeding past us, laughing at our sunburnt bodies
i'm too busy comparing sunflowers to your eyes to even listen
we get high and decide to jump into the lake below us,
hoping the water will soothe and sate our sexuality

you ask me
if i have ever brought anyone here before
i jump, you stay
i jump, you stay

when i retire to the shore you are collecting your-eye-colored sunflowers
and as we make shapes out of clouds
to the sounds of traffic and trickling water
you tell me about the last man that brought you here

and we left the lake as we found it
except a little less colorful