leaning against the back of the bar
your black cowboy hat
exposes only your square jaw and facial hair
everything else concealed
you fold your arms across your chest.
stealing sips of your beer
when you think nobody’s looking.
talking to none
smiling at one
– i come undone.
get close enough to see your eyes
dark and deep, but round and sweet.
i see the black for what it is
not bad, but sad
in lack of understanding, not pity.
i get close enough to touch you
– your demeanor unchanged.
i turn to walk away
– your smile beckons me to you.
unsure if i should break through
or get a clue
but that doesn’t stop me from staying next to you
letting all the others walk on by.
i can’t turn away from you long enough
to let anyone else in.
cause when you do lean into me
and whisper words
that you don’t want anybody else to hear
i wanna fall into your arms
and feel nothing but you
making me yours.
but what if i fall?
what if you’re a cowboy
not in actions, but attire?
what if i’m another accessory?
what if i mistook intrigue for affinity?
what then?
will I have won or lost?
be better or worse?
be with or without you?
i guess i can only hope.
a hope that keeps me coming back
praying that one of these nights
you’ll let go
and let me in.
till then, black cowboy.
we won’t know till then.
