Our youth is ending,
Ginger beer and snickers bars swapped for cheap ***** and cold laughs
Drip drip, the bottle spills
Drip drip our limbs spread out
A harmony held high over our heads
We swim down stream
Our stomachs to the sky
All scales and notes and melodies
A song composed in an series of summers
A song sung through the rocks, our finger tips glow
Stinging,
slipping,
stuttering
A stutter, a song stuck in motion
An unspoken emotion, stays behind
All I want is to be back at the creek, with you, loving me
