I'm back in your county
Where saloons are packed with men.
Sheriffs drink wine and brandy—
Left drunk and with a useless pen.

I saw you standing in the corner—
With brown boots and a leather belt.
I ran into you and clasped your broad shoulder
And your scent makes me melt.

The ambiance of the saloon made me wear out
We went out for pleasure and landscapes.
Charming words emit from my mouth—
As you kissed me slowly and escaped.

He promised the Earth to me
And the heaven set us free.
No one can take our time—
The county is yours but brought to mine.


© Joel Gigante