sex at the drive in

we discovered
sex
at the drive-in. well,
it wasn't exactly like
Columbus
finding the new world.
we knew it was there
all along, and on the shore
there were
no Indians, or scratching
of our heads and saying,
what the hell, where are we?
but I remember the steam
being so
thick in the car
that we couldn't
see out the windows.
which was fine, because
the movie was a horrible
three feature
festival of vampires,
ghosts
and Frankenstein.
we really didn't get anywhere,
not even to third
base as it was often
called.
the bucket seats,
the stick shift, the cramped
cockpit of
the camaro made it nearly
impossible. but I remember
how raw
our faces were from kissing
while the tinny scrabble
of sound from the speaker
hanging in the window
blurred the air.
we gave it a good effort,
with the no's becoming
yes's, but
the complications of zippers
and buttons,
clasps and tight jeans
saved us
from sin, going all the way
home
would have to wait.