Perfume and Gasoline

I met you once, in dreams of youth; flushed with curves, wide open in summer's sun; toothy smiles, innocent wiles; laid out patches, of perfume and gasoline; blazed across the endless miles, of then...and now; years burned down, chromed dull in faded glory; yellowed hollow, seasons past; of governed throttle, clogging choke; the boy, like you; left back now, far behind; dusty, in a poem.