Vaquero

You want to put your darkness in me. All of it.
As if it always belonged to me. Ruthless

rattlesnake of a man. Riding shotgun down
the highway, not ashamed. What could possibly


possess you? To think an entire night could fit
in me. Slip inside the black sky’s haunches and limbs.


The patient stars with their glittery thighs.
The forearms. Deep in the heart of Texas.


I could ruin you. Spend an afternoon with my head
on your chest. The wild-wild-west of you sleeping
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