heres the link to Captains challenge request:
thank you Ron...for the inspiration ...
most of all for your Iambe series...and the way it makes this moth feel...no one writes her like you.
I'll never forget the first
time I laid eyes on Jake,
Iambe and Dillion's older brother.
He blew in unexpectedly
on a sultry summers breeze.
Tanned and tattooed ...
cowboy hat, blue jeans and boots.
He gave off an intensity like a
Texas tire fire.
He rarely wore more than jeans,
that tan and those tattoos.
He broke in his Levis like he did
the broncs and the women.
He never left the rodeo without the prize ...
never left the bar without skinned knuckles
and the girl on his arm.
He was one of the few men I'd ever seen
who could look Iambe in the eye and see
I'll never forget the last time I saw Jake either.
Iambe and I walked up on him swimming in
the lake, nothing on but that tan.
He just stood, strolled up the bank to his clothes,
smiling like the rattlesnake tattoo on his backside.
He pulled on his boots and jeans, tipped his hat,
winked at us and sauntered on down the dirt road.
As I watched him walk away ...
I remember wishing with a vengeance
to be a tattoo in my next life.