It was a back and forth, where back was a disaster it was a water tread, a call with different answers when you're in the heat, you cannot see your place I smelled your undies just in case we never happened I guess I knew by then it was evaporating when you're on the spot you work with what you've got it's weird how fun you are when you are young and willing poetic, jester-capped and up for talking feelings phone calls in the night and you get up and go the winter feels so long in airholed patterned sneakers you wanna stay inside her all throughout December back in my mind, visions of fluff valiant lust that's winding me up how high can one soar on kind words and smiles opposing the ache, with constant denial teeny bop love, change like the sky perky at day, murky at night I could've sworn that she would put out if only I could turn the tide