La Virgen

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I used to think that as we age, our hearts would grow cold And harden into stony fragments. The world around us seems to want That, doesn’t it? What with all its heartbreak. You changed that for me, Cowboy coyote. Whistling into the trees as twenty years of sweeping rays reflect on your freckled face. You’re blue as the ridges above. Calling to me, you saturate my soul in honey tinted eyes. I do not have a name for this feeling is all, I can only write you these words. Howling into my sinewy soul With a passion that my essence craves to know. Whose love burns like a bonfire With those umber colorings kind hands and golden gaze, I love you like I love the moon. Browning Blair