Barn Door

she was
Wearing just a work shirt
nothing else, at all
chewing on a toothpick
summer turning fall,
Up against the barn door
late-day fading light
asked what I was doing
later on, tonight,

Told her I had nothing
scheduled on my sheet
scanned her top to bottom
head to her feet,
Knew some of her virtues
most of her transgressions
with a whiskey bottle
once played True Confessions,

Blinked her eyes and smiled
undid a couple saps
I grabbed a couple beers
twisted off the caps,
Kissed her on the lips
my hands down her side
rolled the barn door open
slipped quietly inside,