tell me, cowboy,
just what would happen if
you were to turn and face that
wild animal which chases you
across the desert, and into
your dreams?
when the only sound that
echoes out across those
great sandy dunes is the
jingle jangle of your spurs,
do you ever think of me?
does that wild thing have
something to say to you,
or will it simply knock you
down and press yellowed fangs
against the soft skin of your throat,
and which one scares you more?
tell me, cowboy,
can you tell the difference between
a tender caress and a choke-chain,
or do they both feel the same
to that wild thing in your chest?
because i can, cowboy,
and i’ve got the bloodied knuckles and
split lip to show for it,
having wrestled that wild thing into
a shape which i can hold dear
and i think of you, cowboy,
when i’m laying under that
same desert sky, with nothing to my
name but the whiskey warming my guts,
a threadbare jacket under my head,
and your name, sweet on my lips
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Beautifully written with untamed honesty. A love poem with clarity. Excellent work again from your unlimited creative mind.
Great song and vid. btw!
I’m going to read this one at an open mic night near me soon! I haven’t done anything like that since high school, so I’m pretty excited, and a little scared.
The walls of my apartment are pretty thin, so my neighbors got to listen to me play that song on repeat and sing along very badly the entire time I was writing this poem.
As always, my friend, it is good to hear from you!
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