long nights by the creek

when the land was godless and free

lonesome cowboy, i love you i love you i love you even if you’re tired of all the ache i bring.

ride back into town covered in all the wounds that wouldn’t close. ride back into town as hot and heavy as the molten desire between my bones. make the churches board up their windows at the whistle of our desertsong.

oh, cowboy, don’t leave the show unfinished. ride back into town and remind me how your collarbone felt under my tender teeth (i promise to be gentle this time).

don’t you miss the pleasure of wine stained teeth meeting stained lips… again and again and again? like the night when we were both wide-eyed and pale veined, too uncomfortable to name the ache in us? lust / desire / yearning / heat from the dying flames of our fire. (do you still taste like that?)

dreams taunt me with the memories of your sun-salt skin against my mouth. i only care for your body when i break it down and strip it clean.

lonesome cowboy, ride back into town ready to recount all of our saccharine sins. let me repair what i broke, i was the one to go first.