You Make My Sun Rise
You make my sun rise my sweet
every time
in my ocean swells
I surf
crashing upon your loving shores.
You sing poetry to me
claiming my center
because you sense my need
your willingly slave
proclaiming my freedom to be so.
I hear your siren call
demanding your
trembling reciprocity
and I give it all back and front.
You said
'Cowgirls ride'
and I agree
even cowboys
can
abandon
missionary.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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