RODEO LOVE

About forty years ago, a friend commented that making love to his new girlfriend was like going to the rodeo.  I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but it stuck with me.  This may be a warning to always be careful around writers.  You don’t know what they’ll remember, or when they’ll use it.

RODEO LOVE

I’ve been to the movies

been to a few plays

I’ve been to the opera

and to the ballet

but lovin’ you, darlin’,

is like a rodeo

with a calf half roped

and a buckin’ bronco.

Now, I’ve been to Paris

and I’ve been to Rome

been a hundred places

I wouldn’t call home

I’d take an ocean liner

to the farthest foreign shore

to rope and ride you, darlin’,

behind a closed door.

You are the lightning in my heart

and the thunder in my dreams

you are the final move

in my wildest schemes

you feed me when I’m hungry

give me drink when I’m dry

make me feel just like myself

in the blue sky of your eyes.

I’ll always love you, darlin’

though I roam from place to place

I’ll love you here on earth

or floating out in space

doesn’t matter if you’re here

or if you have to go

I’ll be barrel racing all through life

in our romance rodeo.

RW

Seattle

10.25.2018

(Sometimes it’s just fun to start rhyming and see where it takes you.)