You were the Japanese Denim
And I the Parisian Oxford
Bubbling in old polaroid, in suits and dress
Like bachelors at a jazz bar
Each note flourished into a riverbed of roses.
Gentle raindrops on a red, turquoise rug,
Your golden arms and marvels,
And you pulled my necktie and kissed me,
Where the balcony was kind.
A breeze of Lalique, O woman, and a beardless me.
Une nuit sensationnelle!
“Remember the bar maid and the butcher boy?
Tattered dirt road wagon on the moor?
A ship of napkins and a house of cards?
The rags, the stains, and the stinks?”
Let us lift our grail, the Destiny’s gift
And celebrate our nuclear, indestructible love
Une nuit cérémonieuse!
Your royal Bachelorette, my lady,
I will chisel your name in the celestial body
To make this glorious night immortal
With this new ballad, my bootless cries.
A candle to me, a candle to you
For our dauntless youth, our pride.
Till the raven finds my eyes hollow,
Withered, frayed, and lone
My silver crown will bellow in the dark
To your name
Une nuit spectrale!
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