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

[Revery]

I always love your writings. Love the cool imagery in this poem!

[Balkaran Sidhu]

nice

[CHRIS ANDES]

interesting thought i haven't seen that movie
=]

[Coyote Poetry]

Lana Del Rey and James Dean are good people to have in thoughts. I desire daily to escape to the coastline and be free of life problems. Dreams are nice. Life is unfair. I like the dream and the hope in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Nice comparison to James Dean....

[Sahil - Shore]

Nice

[Enid Blake]

Ahhh, the man of our dreams.... :)
The chase is where the excitement lies lol!

[Tarry Franck]

Very passionate - I too had a man like that once - took a couple of years to get over him!
A masterpiece!!!!

[J. J. Nightingale]

He was something to behold .. sigh

I have been smitten a few times .. A Man on a bike is hard to ignore ..

They do have the power ..

I hear you !! .. Jazz