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 your ambitions and your passions Wild west, child now, child then Insults are your ignorance, lucky guesses — your sixth sense Horse kicks out, is it 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 newer 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, made up through our glances Slick back our hair, as tough as gangsters Get wild, write a couple stanzas, Running won’t get your questions answered