Compatibility                        

Given our predicament: you loving me
Big Valley styling on my Paint up
our pine tree lane, whereas  
I love you six-gun-comes-to-town,
and sleeps it off;  

Doc Holliday won't be able to fix us,

nor the preacher. But  

if you were my sweet-gurl and I your boy

riding to your crib on my Harley just as you

roll in from the gym in your four-wheel sled,

we might be able to see ourselves around this.

Seven geese go in the pond single file, beside a

damsel sitting on a lily pad, as our toes wiggle free

on the blanket. You bring the opener, sweet-boy?

How 'bout "You got a great smile"?

Hmmm, does it look like a corkscrew, handsome?

And I would wrestle you on that blanket and you

would not break free 'cause I am your boy and you

my gangsta-girl are bad-ass and beholden for what

I got. And your mother only comes for Christmas.

Big Valley has tall trees and a blue lake for sure

but I think we need to open up the spring house.

Taking that last bit of biscuit, Kitty?

It's yours, Marshall; want the berries I left?

I do, Kitty. To take upstairs tonight after the livery dance

when I put the horses up for the night, blow out the lantern,

and take off my guns to join you in your bed.