I don't want to be anything
but humble. I adjusted some of my cattle guards and fences
my bars
to give you room
to slip
through in and out in of rungs, a ladder, a kingdom, What did I know?
We were both shit
but still pretty much
free
but we were steady.
We're together
but you're a wolf. We're together, but you're smoke jumping.
We are together and I wash and fold your underwear, but you're a cowboy, a lone voice in a
wilderness of your own self. I will always love you
as much as you love me. Tiny world. When do any of us know
if we are being we or
doing a funny little cowboy dance? At the purple
end of the day
we are holding each others dry and wrinkled or soft and smooth hands
and walking each other home. Love
and happiness. Love
and despite all restraint, all drought, everything
exploding into bloom. My heart
your heart
like wow
and stars
and low tide
and luminescence. You're beautiful
on naked swims, on the car radio, over the bridge, in a record store -
we drag on. We explode. We're
addicted to a gorgeous world and
saying
I have you, I am here, I am sorry, I love you, I hear and see you, and
the long goodbye.
