If I die young, 
as they say —
at least I can spend 
eternity,
or however long,
recalling this moment 
that I knew I was young –
and so were you,
and you held my hand,
and when I leaned,
into your shoulder, 
you were soft strength 
or,
a little give backed 
by something solid;
I was safe in the most 
exciting way I had ever known.

If I die young, 
remember me as the flame 
that burned underwater.