Blue Jeans

 

You came to me in a dream

A bad a*s boy, dressed like a man.

Blue jeans, white shirt

A sparkling glow that caught my eye.

 

Sitting atop your motorcycle,

Shimmering in the sunlight I fell madly

For your James Dean-like charm

And enticement to taste freedom.

 

We flew without wings on open roads

As the flames of passion and desire

Burned hotter than the desert night sky,

Dancing tongue in tongue, arm in arm.

 

In the moonlight, under a billion stars

I wished upon over and over,

Don't let this be a dream

And stay here with me forever.

 

The James Dean of my dreams,

Where my darkest fantasies feel alive.

Blue jeans, white shirt...

A sparkling glow that caught my eye.

Author's Note

Too much Lana Del Rey and James Dean movies.

Reviews

[Andrew N. Farrens]

yep......

[Renée]

Oh!! This is great & Just enough to let our imaginations do the rest ! Bravo !

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Something about those wild ones that we want to tame... A very smooth poem.

[Pratik]

I loved this... This was like a faint breeze coming through the autumn window...It has a feel-good factor to it... different from your previous poems.. I enjoyed this :)

[Dr. Wood ?]

pretty good this...It should read FLEW instead of FLIED but I am guilty of such simple mistakes quite often...It tells a great story, could almost be a song

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

You are correct. Thank you for pointing that out.