Slow dance with me in our imaginary kitchen,
let the yellow walls bathe us in light,
ah, that morning bliss.
I swim in a blur of color as I'm twirled by your arms,
and you catch me when I don't fall.
Ruffle my skirt while I sing to you... naughtily.
with a wooden spoon,
and playfully push you into,
the chair you always use.
A coquettish kiss...
A playful smile...
These walls, the audience for our play of life.
These floors to support our heavy hearts,
full of love and frustration,
alive and wanting,
yearning for...
us to touch.
These things that come alive when we fall,
Take me back to a vintage kind of love.
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Submission Name: Vintage Love
