They come in the evening
As the setting sun dims.
With skin tight jeans
And long hair,
And knowing eyes.
They prowl the streets
And they play in bars,
And they steal girls hearts
With a glance
And a smile.
Then before the light
Can erase the darkness,
They mount two wheeled horses
Of steel
And thunder,
And they ride quickly away.
Gone from the sight,
But not the dreams.
A small flame of their excitement
Left behind.