Our Red Chevy Dreams - Poem by Rachel Henley
Def leppard on your dad's CD player,
Kick off the sheets,
naked, head to feet.
Hand on headboard,
feelings become unblocked,
exchanging steaming oxygen,
run your hands through my hair,
whisper me your childhood dreams,
you always wanted to be,
Madonna in the vintage magazines.
Singing pour some sugar on me,
I swear this is all I want,
how tragic that your dreams are trapped,
with the numbers nine and five.
Screaming Def leppard to keep alive.
Is this love? my inexperienced mind ponders,
I'll steal you away from your nightmare,
in my old man's red chevy pick up truck.
These highways make no sense to me,
you and your imperfect love is all I need,
is this real? are we going for this, for real?
Your hand clutching mine on the steering wheel.
I'm scared you know? I just hope that you..
she stops me mid sentance and puts my fears to rest,
This is all I ever wanted and I do not want it with anyone else.
All it took was a second to steal her from me,
How cruel must death be to love, and love powerless to death.
Please come back to me, even just for a little while,
Tell me I'm stupid and wake up again with your madonna smile.
My angel in a leather jacket ceases to breathe now.
Do not put my baby in a coffin,
she does not like being trapped,
I beg, I plead and I begin to scream.
It was just her and our red Chevy dreams,
It was her and the vintage magazines.
As your family whisper a goodbye prayer,
all that slips into my broken mind,
is you playing Def Leppard on your dad's cd player.
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