she loved the Lord
and water colors,
but that didn't stop her
from falling like a leaf
for a wanderer like me.
we held hands in PG-13 movies,
made love in the back of my truck
under glass stars smiling,
with whiskey and coke in our mason jars
at arms' reach.
play some country music,
while I call her Katie
and she calls me Ray Ray,
yet we don't talk about
much of anything.