COWBOY LOVE SONG Here we lie in husks of corn while the sun wipes away the moon. I drum my fingers to the gentle thrum of your lazy harmonica While you play to the rhythm of my breath. In the sly drool of the wild west it is moments like these that the open sky bleaches to oblivion: When the cows graze below and the only thing stopping me falling feet first into fire is your hand in mine handkerchief tied tight to stop the blood rush under amber moon and periwinkle sun tea, poppy, horsetail, in the russet dawn we are choosing between the wild and the wonders of the west I’ll let you braid sweetgrass into my hair if you promise you’ll let it stay there and when we walk back into town you’ll look at me and not all around spurs shining in the sun I’ve got my hand on the gun I promise it’ll be fine