To Find A Vine

You and I were in a church. There were a few people scattered around us and I was sitting on the hard wooden pugh in front of you. You were drinking tea from a coffee cup. Occasionally, one of the church-goers would come up to you and chat briefly about this or that, then go back to their seats. I kept trying to turn back to you and have my own chit chat session but I never turned more than halfway. You were very pretty, and it was like I was seeing you for the first time. Eventually, I slouched in the pugh and began to sink like I was in quicksand.