cowboy, race your steed, outrun what you desire most. ride the hot desert wind, hooves kicking up dust (stings your eyes). the strength of the muscle under your hands, firm, twisting, curling muscle, like your boy's back under your palms, neck bent as you finally kiss his nape (stings your eyes). your home is dry, harsh, unforgiving. but your boy's mouth is curling up under your own, so, slowly, you learn to forgive.
this one goes out to all you repressed gay cowboys. stay strong buddy