Bigger than Texas 

Her touch is gentle like Terlingua wind.

She holds me tightly even though 

I’ve got tumbleweed skin. 

I rode into Marfa with a haze in my eye.

I fell in love with the hippies and their lights.

I’ve been looking for that feeling for years:

the way she listens, the way she can heal.

When it’s a hundred and twelve in the shade

blue Balmorea waters don’t do a thing,

but she cools me down like no other.

I forget the heat, the sun and its rays. 

The quiet buzz of a desert night,

stars hanging above fires and red lights.

My heart hasn’t been at rest.

She reminded me of all that I have left.

I might’ve found a love

bigger than Texas.

Hotter than desert heat.

I might’ve found someone

to roam this world with me.