Down dusty country lanes
in Mississippi hazy heat
silently popping another Bud
and lighting two cigarettes
mine and yours
as we watch the storm approach
a barn comes round a corner
gray and weathered like the sky
we jump grabbing blanket and beer
running for shelter
never speaking a word
laughter spilling from us in waves
clothes soaked as we hit the loft
winding towards the back thru
a jungle of hanging tobacco
finding a cloud of straw drawing us
turning to you in anticipation
of bodies known like favorite songs
moving together with no hesitation
breasts and hips no longer needing a script
tongues searching as bitten lips swell
and hormones lighting up a step by step path
the horizontal bop a dance done many times
with minor variations leading to the ultimate finale
the gunshot raindrops lessen
sun eases back thru the slatted
walls to finish its sleepy work
he pulls out two cigarettes
not in a barn I say and grabbing my boots
I back down the ladder; he follows
cattle lowing in the trailer needing milked
he starts the truck and in
silence lights two smokes
I ease over to him hand on his thigh
head on his shoulder
sudden passion silently forging a silent bond.
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