Poem – Twang

Sultry southern belle

I watch you sizzle in the sun

light

 

my steaming frozen gaze

is stuck to suffocating clothes

tight

 

pistol in the shade of your

soft abundant hip

bullets damn near boiling

bandoleered about your tattered slip

 

heated red across your face

eyes that whisper sex and grace

 

meet me at your blinding dawn

we’ll┬áburn away the sky

 

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