“Just a Dream”

by Kara Machowski

Last night I flew
over mountains and an ocean
just to be near you
I'd lift my legs and kick the air.

You were lush with potion
playing guitar
without a care
like a faded rock star.

It's all just a gleam
so I float on home  
where he is my dream
awaken to his hair  
he and I are the pair.

He smells of nicotine
and evergreen
in a black velvet bed
he is my James Dean.