First Date

I want

            my Luci Tapahonso cowboy

            with a shining belt

            and a good dog

he likes my legs in blue jeans

but even more,

            my poetry

we ride the moon’s shirttails

             till dawn

when we bless ourselves

and wade into the spring water,

            well-fed and wet faced

& while the sky turns to meteors

holographing

we’re still drunk off  Tennessee Honey

my mom’s Revlon

sticking to the sugar

we break curses

            kissing in the corner booth

baby-blue bras hung

            from the ceiling

with George on the speakers

this is a place

            for a good gal like me

slicked in the grass

            by his leaning boots

under the warm shower

                        of stars