We sit close on the bank of the river, snuck out while the others had dinner. We tug at grass and I see you shiver, offer my coat but you just move nearer. School camp, log cabins, rosy cheeks, sunset, no parents for a week. I like your eyes when you smile, I like your mouth when you speak. I know we’re far too young to understand how love works. I know it’s not the time to tell you that I’m nervous. I know that you can see it in my eyes but you kiss me on the cheek and put your fingers in mine. Write me a love song, make it real, make it dissonant. Make me feel how you felt when you wrote it. Make it short, make it loud, make it yours.