Doesn’t anyone “park” anymore?

You don’t see it much in movies:

the young couple pull up to a secluded spot,

with a full backlit moon above, or

painted-backdrop city lights below (or both),

often in a convertible, and “make out”.

You don’t see it much, unless it’s a movie

about the 50’s or 60’s, or a horror film,

the promiscuous pair about to be done in

by the titular monster or madman. 

Do people just jump right in the sack?

Are there no more furtive, romantic trysts

in parking lots, lover’s lanes, drive-ins?

Come to think of it, are there any more drive-ins?

Aren’t there any young lovers

with no other place to go,

Romeo-and-Juliet wannabes,

practicing forbidden love,

or just a little romance al fresco?

When I was in college, and my sweetheart

dropped me off at the transit station, late evenings,

we’d exercise a long goodbye,

sometimes frustrated by things like

her peasant dress with the fake bodice buttons.

But some of the sweetest clinches were had

in that old Pontiac. 

                                    There was no need

to go “all the way”.  Maybe it was

the thrill of the threat of discovery,

like a passing cop with a flashlight

(“What are you two kids doing in there?”)

or the aforedsaid monster or madman.

Maybe it was just the fresher taste

of open-air kisses.

But it needs to make a comeback.

We need only imagine ourselves

under the stars and a werewolf moon,

caressing and kissing in the flickering light

of a monster movie, as we rock on the springs

of our convertible.

06/02/2004

Posted on 06/02/2004
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