memory

I was in the back of your parents car as you sat next to me rubbing the hair away from my neck. Your brothers were sleeping a row ahead of us and I was scared that we would wake them. The salt from the ocean was lingering on our flesh and when you kissed me I could taste it in the cracks of your lips. It was two days after my birthday, and Cape Cad will never to this day be any better. I wish I had jumped right into your arms but I stood there with my feet planted in the sand. Two foolish feet stuck in the wet sand. You looked me up and down and smiled and I smiled back because we were so damn young. Your hand moved down my shoulder to my bare arm and our lips intertwined so quietly and tenderly to ensure that your parents wouldn't hear or see. Your brothers stayed sleeping, and we kept kissing gently in the back seat with your hand moving down and meeting mine. It was dark, and shortly after our eyes met I fell asleep beside you, your arm around my waist. Once we reached my house you walked me into my damp basement and we made out as I leaned against the furnace. This was our freedom, but I missed your sweetness. I live for that goddamn sweetness.