Upon A Star ……. [dating Memory; 60 Percent True; Medium; Personal] Poem by Bri Edwards

When I wish upon a star,
I think not of Pinocchio.
I think of the backseat of a car,
and what might have happened there …… long ago.

It was the night [almost] of our first kiss.
You encouraged shy-Bri all evening long.
For a billion bucks, I'd not that night miss.
It started with an Elvis, car radio, song.

I drove us in my brother's car
to a 'double feature' drive-in movie show.
It was not, from home, very far.
I was quite nervous, ….. as you may know.

As we stared at the big screen, glowing,
Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin made us laugh.
By the second film, 'The Swimmer', you were blowing
into my right ear, and my 'thing' …. had grown by half.

At one point it started to rain,
and I fixed up a makeshift windshield visor.
Your attention to me, alas, was in vain.
Perhaps if we'd had some bottled Budweiser?

Actually, I'll never know what might have been.
As the screen went black and all other cars had departed,
a worker told me ‘Go home kid; make your wheels spin! '
I'd been about to 'attack' you. Really! ! ….. But I never got started.

(November 12, 2014)