a change to the smell of chlorine in our hair
and sticky watermelon juice on my thighs
that you wipe away with your thumbs
ill grin into your flushed cheeks
and **** on your strawberry seed lined tongue
and when we sit in your car and try to rub away the goosebumps on our arms
the towels underneath us damp and the ac ******* the air from our lungs
ill be able to sing along to the wibbly wobbly ballad on the radio
and feel peace