Annette LeBox
IN PRAISE OF BLUE-EYED COWBOYS
Those eyes
catch me
by the bootstraps
flip me over once or twice
until dizzy as heck
I’m falling.
Those eyes
play cowboy songs
twang my heart strings
pick me black and blue
pluck my music.
Those eyes
look way down
into
the best part
of me –
my place of joy.
Touch me there!
Those eyes.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Those eyes!
