Tent

We hurled our shapes off rocks like gulls stoned
Pebbles knocked with the run
Silhouettes stun dark against sky
The sun staring on
On the flight out like loving kids linking limbs beyond sense
Only we were older
Screwing, half-hating,
A couple in the next tent,
Yelling keep it down
The next morning too and the next
You were pulling me down
That air-bed
Easy give and awkward swell
Rubber and night skin smell
In the airtight, hot lycra shine
I had not swum in so long
Bared my body to the public
So nervous of my manifesto
My proof self-evident
They would say as I waded
That is her
Every nook
But that week in a different skin
Sea cliff snake all dry grass and flicker
I’d shed back to one I’d thought former
But coming from the water wet, sunkissed.