hold me tight and dont let go
down the 66, my feet up on the dash, yours on the pedal, driving us to nowhere
the dial turned to classic rock, humming songs of simple men and lying eyes
our headlights the only proof of existence amidst the barren plains
fireflies dancing in and out of the diffused luminescence
the crescent of a moon giving way to the midnight blue overhead
with a few sparse charcoal clouds brushed in streaks across the sapphire heavens
a fuchsia glow radiating from the hood of the shabby ‘67
a warm golden breeze sashaying through my loose hair, already curling from the humid summer air
my hand in yours, resting on the gear, our fingers linked like lovers’
my head finds your shoulder
as the cowboy song you always strum on your guitar for me
cries through the blown out speakers
and you softly whisper the words in the my ear
that make my heart melt into vibrant dreams
we have the right to lose control
an open road, a patchwork heart, a lost soul, driving us to somewhere
you give me butterflies