Location Scouts

Aimless drives
down dirt-crusted roads,
searching for seclusion
while mildly stoned

The suspense of a farmer
at the edge of a field,
spying our withdrawal
from the automobile

The middle of summer
when cicadas will hum,
a trance-like suggestion
in the blaze of the sun

A dead end protected,
in a border of faded Lilacs,
provides an idyllic situation
to draw her legs back

The record humidity
saturates the skin in its oils,
and I remove her mauve panties,
... anxiously soiled.