Love looks like a city slicking cowboy
he’ll have spurs in his eyes
a soft leather tongue and
palms fit to tame a horse or
lasso a tree
He’s a classic cattleman in big shiny shoes
I’m stealing his stetson
there’s steel in his lessons
for a silly mountain girl
just twenty-three
Warm rolled tobacco between his tough teeth
the kiss of a cowboy
is a 5 o'clock shadow
straight down the center of the
city of dreams
My Madison Avenue rodeo king
lasso my altitude heart
still riding bareback
through cold western winds
come rescue me
About the Creator
Katarina Tyler
Tre Fou
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