Cowboy Denim Blues

There is but one moment, in a lifetime of moments That I would not trade for any other When the fringe of the sky shone Flushed with flesh pink Like the tissue around a fresh wound Before bleeding and spotting The knees of some cowboy denim blue Together, But separate They were each color competing for dominance over the other I was able to love them each individually and completely and with my whole enveloping love To call each by its right name It was a moment that required all senses And while the payment was large It rewarded me handsomely And before the crickets call came and chewed time off the clock I took it in like medicine To heal my cracked and spidering heart