pour me a drink cowboy

you make her a stiff
drink
with the intent
purpose
of getting a kiss,
or perhaps,
the long goal, of
having her clothes
magically fall off
in the middle
of a conversation
about saving
the whales,
but she can
outdrink you,
she's an outlaw,
a witch, she's
rosy the riveter
and joan of arc
all in one.
so by midnight,
she's still wrapped
tighter than
a deep fried egg
roll gone cold
on the plate.
and you, you're
asleep,
snoring soundly
against the dog
with your boots
still on.