I Want a Cowboy
CowboySpeaks quiet
Around waxed
Moustache.
Well worn clothing
Made of hide.
Stetson hat pulled low
Color of rain
Crusted sweat.
Voice
The open sky
Eyes
Bottomless river.
I want to go with him
Sleep on grassy range
Curled in his arms
Run wild with coyotes
Shiver and wail.
Feel alive.
posted by paintbrushpoet at 8:21 AM
2 Comments:
Nice.
I understand. I do love my cowboy!
Very nice. I can never get over how much I enjoy your pictures and poetry. I loved this one - the ending - sleeping on grassy range, curled in cowboy arms and running wild with coyotes....sigh.
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