Cowboy dreams

I had a dream about you
walking towards me,
just with your cowboy boots
and your Texan hat,
and a subtle plaid dress,
well above
of your beautiful knees.
With one hand you held
the hat so that the swirling wind
do not throw it away
and with the other hand
your bag full of scribbles,
full of fantasies
inspiring,
endless muses for me.
And your dress
of fine silk
plaited on the skirt,
low cut on the torso
capriciously flew
by the swirling wind.
Under that
you only had your smile that makes me fall in love
and your messy looped hair
that only contained it
my tender imagination.