Pennsylvania Appalachian Route

We were like 

Two horny teenagers

Driving Eastbound

On Interstate 80

Through the distant rurals

Of Pennsylvania.

For the next 

150 miles

We were dizzy in delight

Half dressed

Skin exposed to

The wind and sun

Goosebumped

And rippling

With the touch 

Of fingers and lips.

Blue-green mountains loomed

In rich, strong hues

Cresting swells

Of high tide

Meeting us head on

Under vaulted cobalt skies.

We pulled over at any exit

That looked like it held the promise

Of an unused side road

Or abandoned parking lot

So that we could get our ‘fuck’ on

But after five

Ten minutes

We were thrown back 

To the highway

Determined even more

That the next one

Was

Going to be ‘it’.

If you were driving

Eastbound on Interstate 80

That Sunday

We were in the slate blue

Toyota Rav4

Blowing by you in the fast lane

At 85 mph

Windows down

Heads back

Huge gasping smiles on our faces

And lust in our hearts
Only slowing down

Determined

To find 

The right exit.