sunny still in our tent - 09/2024
half men and half dirt, steady hands rocking soil, half alive and half working, half here and half at home,
half men, drinking similar flavours, similar skin and similar spurs and sounds alike, and similar rides, half men, half men and half a saddle and half a beer down your throat, i asked for a drink but the bottle was half empty,
half men and half lovers, hands left to feel but fires left to burn, riding up and down, left and right, dawn is the people as the sunrise is you and me, dawn are the sheep and the dogs and the fires and the colts, sunny still in our tent and we pull it up by sunrise,
once i was a man and once i was a lover, for half, and for only half, i was both, both for a man and both for a lover, half for a taste and half for an ending, living half a life,
for i am, once again, half your lover and half your man, not once at a time and never twice in a row,
half yours, half a man, half a rope pulled and tightened, half the freedom of calamus in the fields, one half here and the other half home, beside my hat, gritting between my teeth, half a man and half a lover, gently to sleep, living as two pairs of men and two pairs of lovers, names digging on lavander, half the dogs and half the sheep, count until the bullets make sense, half your man and half your lover, laying always in sunny tents.