I want to go back to the summer before we turned seventeen, sweat

I want to go back to the summer before we turned seventeen, sweat trickled down our backs and the thermometer read nintey; but baby we were so much hotter. There was always sunshine beneath your fingernails and moon laced in your eyes. We would lie in lazy streams, stripped down to our underwear, with scales darting beneath the surface. And when we finally went inside, I recall that your house was a mess; there were old clothes piled everywhere and the outside merged within. You had dirt on your face as you told me that my sneakers were too clean to have travled anywhere meaningful. You told me that bodies were meant to be lived in and now I agree; I guess you were just a little more careless with breath than me. I remember you in moments; in the countless seconds before our love fell through. I think that summer a lot and sometimes, I can almost feel a time when we were both in love.