First Love

Let the fog drape over the terrace

under our feet and sweep us

out to that one line of pavement

away from tree spindles

and the laundry lines

clipped with our shorts.

Let us follow the mudslide

swell like clouds in a lightning-flecked sky.

We laugh as if underwater

as if we cannot see the mountain

shadow before us.

For now, you are mine

and we rise into a net of stars

each of us wondering

who will fall