Kissing Gunpowder

Early dawn,
milking ol Bessy
as the twinkly
sun blazes.

Cowboy posse rides
along the tumbleweed
prairie, to shoot a red one-
I suppose.

I caught a glimpse of Pa,
starin at a stranger with a
smokin gun, chewin
tobaccy and hungry for me.

A covered lady hides behind
her bonnet, red cheeks of
blushin remain unseen
from my kin.

I long to kiss a cowboy-
Hungry for madness,
fearing a savages brutality,
but hungry nonetheless.

One day I'll run free,
kissing gunpowder,
naked and in love-

but I'll run free.

Pa and Ma, the good lord
above and the devil himself
won't stop me....

*For Larry's Cowboy Jackaroo Contest*