Daydreams

I want love to feel 

like driving into the sunset in a 90's movie

in an old red convertible

classic rock playing us out.

I want love to feel 

like a sunset in California

And music by the Arctic Monkeys

and Cigarettes After Sex

I want that kind of aching love

deep sighs and pretty eyes

driving somewhere no one knows

climbing in the backseat and no one stares.

I want smudged red lipstick 

baggy jeans and tight dresses

Catch my eye at the party

Your champagne smile and my strawberry lips would be the pairing of the century.

I want the kind of glamour you can only find

in backrooms of bookstores and secluded alleyways

and 9pm on a summer evening 

talk in sleepy voices quieted by a kiss.