Poem – Twang

Sultry southern belle

I watch you sizzle in the sun



my steaming frozen gaze

is stuck to suffocating clothes



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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