Wyoming Red

Rawlings, Wyoming
working nights
logging wells
and other delights,
The Geo and I
both twenty-five
this was nineteen
seventy-five,

Saturday schedule
the drillers quit early
drinking downtown
with a girl named Shirley,
Who had a roommate
she said I should meet
while she and the Geo
turned up the heat,

Picked up her friend
who got off at eight
in the company truck
one might call it a date,
Out north of town
with two six-packs of beer
I looked at her friend
in the rear-view mirror,

Single-wide trailer
parked on a rise
sage brush ocean
coyote cries,
The sun was setting
like some famous painting
perhaps a bit
of paradise waiting,

Her friend was wearing
her truck-stop attire
her hair was red
almost on fire,
Let me change
back in a minute
she opened the door
and went in it,

For Geo and Shirley
I opened some beers
and started a fire
in an old truck wheel,
Sun finally set
breeze died down
friend returned
in a long paisley gown,

I opened a beer
which she reached out to claim
offered a smile
and told me her name,
We set close together
on a chair made for two
the Geo and Shirley
set on one too,

With a second beer
they started to kiss
and fondle each other
like mister and miss,
Then they departed
said: you two have fun
it was clear that the night
had just begun,

The roommate and I
there under the stars
distant sound
of Interstate cars,
She kicked off her sandals
folder her feet
under her legs
her mouth moved to meet,

My lips as we kissed
slowly at first
each of us feeling
a primeval thirst,
We explored each other
with searching hands
each, it seems
with similar plans,

The paisley dress
was all she was wearing
which she took off
unabashedly bearing,
Her naked body
with red pubic hair
she pointed my way
said: what you got there?

I took off my boots
my Levi’s, my shirt
no big surprise
I was alert,
Pressing against
her as we kissed
under the stars
hard not to resist,

The two of us
that Wyoming night
each of us holding
the other upright,
Two figures dancing
to some fantasy band
bare feet shuffling
in wind-blown sand,

When the music ended
we fell to the side
on her paisley dress
nothing to hide,
There we made love
like we did back then
and ten minutes later
did it again,

Each had a beer
watching the night
a shooting star
visual delight,
Both still naked
the night getting cold
somewhere she found
a joint, fresh rolled,

Now stoned
and satiated
well-fucked
perhaps elated,
So many adjectives
might apply
my hand massaging
her left thigh,

After awhile
collected our clothes
in the trailer room
I kissed her nose,
Which made her giggle
and reach for my guy
which she soon had pointing
straight towards the sky,