Photograph: Merri Melde
If I could rope the sun
I would lasso its beams
to use as a candle
to light your way home.
The hills are a lonely passage
between daylight and dusk
with nothing but coyotes and cactus
to hear your hoof beats strike dust.
You are horse and range
bonded to a leather saddle,
but I feel the sigh in your arms
when the trail calls you from my arms.
You’ve whispered in my ear more than once
the campfire is cold warmth
compared to the heat of our bodies
entwined in a lover’s dance on satin.
I gave up long ago trying to play
a macho card against your cowgirl strength.
You told me you didn’t need a man. You wanted one.
I’m happy to be the man you chose.
Hoping for the sound of clinking spurs
to break the noisy silence, I sit wringing my hands
like a thirteen year old boy with a crush
waiting for the star knitted night to bring you back to me.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
At Real Toads Margaret has challenged us to write cowboy/cowgirl poetry using the beautiful photography of Merri Melde, The Equestrian Vagabond.