Wild West

Pleasure and exposure, closure All of you steams and then boils over All of you gleams and beckons closer Raised well, all “yes, sir” “no, sir” Naked edges, hollow scratches, Bear witness as your world collapses Get wild, dip me into the ashes, Share ambitions and your passions Wild west, child now, child then Insults blamed on ignorance, lucky guesses on sixth sense Horse kicks out of his reflex or self-defense He doesn’t speak so why don’t you just ask again Generations came, shame evolved the same, Open wide, tongue twists into a molten ruby flame Get wild, Honey, call me by your name Find new ways to stake your claim Three bullet wounds, like full blood moons, Gunpowder smell across sand dunes, You loved my singing and my tunes, You made me think that love was good Dances we made up of glances Slick back the hair, as tough as gangsters Get wild, write a couple stanzas, Running won’t get your questions answered