M/19/Pianosa Meadow

"i was starting to think you wouldn't come"

our weight was ample, and pinned the grass beneath us low

into a shimmering skeleton of our embrace

making the first proof of the love i shared with you

as if the earth wanted to break the news

perhaps the wind was less romantic

or jealous over the glimpse of your waist i had stolen
when your blouse fluttered up in a gust
it might have been eager

regardless, it picked up

and we were reminded of our context

we broke

you south, i north

and that was the last we saw of each other