You were InsidE.

Wearing

a white cotton tailored shirt

wrinkled

three buttons

undone

under a black leather vest.

A cowboy hat

rolled tight

on the back of your head.

Toothpick in

your teeth.

Jeans sitting right

down to cowboy boots.

I was feeling solid myself.

I looked at you with my chin up

and let you know

there was a lot I could tell

the world about

you- but I won't.

You looked like that sliver of wood

just got stuck in your throat.

I wouldn't.

I said so and you gave me a wink

I blew you a kiss and left.

I'd been leaning on the door

all along.

I don't know what you

and the other two men in the room

who

love me

did then.

One I know so well

and

the other

I just now recall.