Memoir

On the dewy downs
Near the old river willow,
We made love

A bold moon overhead,
And fireflies flickered
Like lovers’ candles

I learned the wicked
Tricks of my tongue
And the virtue
Of nubile breasts

And we huddled,
Shivering nude,
In our picnic blanket,
Laughing off graduation
And life beyond that night;

I go back
Sometimes,
And remember.