For My Wife, Mary

The moment I laid eyes on her, I was smitten. She became my patroness, my Moon-child, my Diana. I ebbed and flowed at her sight, her will. She directed my every movement from her silver chariot and I knew her as my goddess of light. My earthly symbol of purity, I wanted nothing else, save to breathe where she passed both night and day. She never made me chase, but instead asked me join her in life’s race and soon I became the key to her heart.

she drove me wild
stick in hand, foot on pedal
in her Corolla