Pin-up Girl

Whether in rococo pink at the Rue de Rivoli
Or pinned to a Manhattan high-rise block,
The pretty girl is where she needs to be
For getting you to stop and look in awe.

There by Fragonard, or photographed in Vogue,
She’s been up waiting for you all this time.
Observing from her perch she smiles at you,
Imprisoned in her picturesque sublime.

On her we foist our hopes, our love, our lust,
Our dreams of somehow fleeing the mundane;
‘Oh take me from the day-to-day and thrust
My life into adventure with a date.’

And yes, she flirts with others, yet I see
It’s me she has her eye on anyhow.
Why else there girl would you have followed me
From Italy to Bangkok to Macau.

So from the hotel bar a drink to us,
Our life together, perfect as it’s been.
Before they strip you off the nearby truss
To haunt old catalogs and restless dreams.

---