Amarillo Rose the Hombre

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Amarillo Rose and the Hombre
Part 6

streaked a raw red sky
statue figured clouds fly
over mountains with no name
across rocky sunbaked plane

a yellow flower lie
sipping whiskey rye
front porch swinging
Amarillo Rose singing

bandelero guitar picked
macho spanish rips
sumbreo tilted back for sips
dancing dress dips

licking whiskey lips
lap grinding hips
arms wrapped into nape tickles
soft mounded breasts jiggle

ear whispering promises
binding dress unleases
rising in the cress's
muffled noise breezes

passions flame raged
cold winds change
with a cracking of a whip
flesh eating nip

An hombre from terilingua
bull whip with a stinger
Fast hands reach for steel
no match for the whip wheeled

'snap' and 'crack'
this Hombre lashed
till bandelero lay like a sack
wanted poster match

Then tied to a mule
silver dollar slewn
at the feet of lady Laura
"for your troubles, whore'a!"

The sun set lower than low
across the mile a candle's glow
waiting for the knock at the door
at the threshold of Lady Laura

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Amarillo Rose: part six
part one: "A Candle's glow"
part two: "The Abrasive one"
part three: "The Cattlemens Lament"
part four: the dueling duece"
part five: "the dwelling"
part six: "The Hombre"


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LilDarlinLilDarlinover 19 years ago
Wonderful~

The sun set lower than low

across the mile a candle's glow

waiting for the knock at the door

at the threshold of Lady Laura~

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Thes lines tell it all~~!!

Wow..Still holding us in the palm of your hand on this series. Loved the Imagery (again) and a lil humor I see here.

Dare we ask for More? (smiles)

sacksackover 19 years ago
"for your troubles whore-a"

A stroke of genius and my favorite of the set so far. Bravo!

Du LacDu Lacover 19 years ago
Inner workings

Art...

I read the last three of these. I feel the emptiness of Laura the "debauch" of a soul. A thirst unquenched. A dull sadness that drives her into the daily living of her life. Spelling...were you not totally connected to this piece? I also felt that this one did not flow as easily for you, not the rich depth of the passionate revelations of the others...but then again I like that..edging! On the verge of realms still to be delved into... still it was good! A sign of a good writer..

Du Lac

AnnoraAnnoraover 19 years ago
Another work of Art,,,

Spelling or not its a fabulous read. One must enjoy how your enthusiasm catches you so you write it down.. How it comes to you.

Bravo Bravo

tungtied2utungtied2uover 19 years ago
Ok Art....

since I feel I have to pick on something...spelling...otherwise, once again...wonderful.

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