i’ve got it

the bashful smile, the singing one. coquettish and without qualm, a rock song

guitar wailing warm; grabbing the tab, offering to drive, coffee in mason

 

jars. little things to be shared, no one’s to carry. gestures

the quickest to the draw shooting for stary eyes, a glimpse of coy

 

you got me partner. kick the spurs from these boots, this wild

whistling winter around the corner might snow us in

 

but that wind howling smile, the bashful one rosing your cheeks,

coming up over the crochet like a campsite sunrise in east Oregon, boy is it warm.

 

if I could nap all day under it I would, tell you to take the day off and get back under the covers

but the car is heated up, the walkway cleared, the bed is tucked in and there is chameleon brew on our breath

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