Cowboy Love

Your face is bright like the sun. Exuberant joy proclaiming. An exclamation emerging. From your lungs a tune loud and bold soft and true. Gentle words speaking love. Resting on your head shielding your face from the lights dancing above. A suede black hat worn by ranchers and country music stars seen in those old western films. Reminiscent of my younger years watching John Wayne in old picture shows. Listening to the sweet songs of George Strait and Garth Brooks ringing through my childhood home. Soft blue-green eyes gaze across our table at me. That sweet smile I've loved for so long traced by a brown and black stubble beard. The collar from your black button up hugs your neck. The chain from your silver cross necklace peaking from between buttons. Worn blue jeans hug your hips and drape over top your cowboy boots complimented by chestnut-brown leather belt held tight by a buckle Engraved with pictures telling unspoken stories. I look down and see stretched out a calloused hand a black steel ring too eagerly waiting for mine in return. So effortlessly whisked onto my feet and across this wooden floor. One hand rests on the small of my back and the other in my hand. I wrap my arms around you. Swaying together as southern love song melodies sing above us two. A kiss here a kiss there as we glide across the floor While you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. We feel like a country music song heard on the radio. Clanking inside me like an iron bell at supper time my love. My own. My better half. My husband.