Do you recall that field?

Do you recall that field
we found – out behind
part-time farmhouses
[Google Maps records
our kiss on twisted-on
grass – tucked under a
tree & hiding] Like that
other time when I rode
fingers on your thighs –
whilst in sun [& shade]
beyond Buxted’s Hotel
[no room there but one
in Brighton with gins &
pulled-at sex – a porter
grinned at my bag-free
grip] & do you recall? I
fell so in love with you
& never did anything to
make it fix? I am a fool