Vintage Lovers

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedYou set out to impress a girl Hotel open to the public Wooden branches, heavy benches Wandering the candlelight You said you liked her sea blue eyes— Why don't you marry her I said I'll see what I can do We are leaning on the rails Of a renovated staircase You said that she was running late Emulating vocal dances Enunciating clearly like a pilot on a plane Tucked inside a garrulous recording You could be a pilot all the same And then one day we're lounging in the pub Huddled right between me and this luring apparition I was hungry all the same And then she said— Whiffing vestiges of velveteen upholstery Folding someone else's gait into her arms Dreamlike campy undertones— I am in love.