Anonymity Of The City

Can we meet

In the anonymity of the concrete

Where the walls don't have eyes

And the streets don't have ears

Where there is a sliver of peace

A chance of freedom

Written in the neon lights

Where we can meet

As you and me

Without malicious tongues 

Twisting our lives

Into a grotesque grimace

Without intrusive fingers

Muddling up the strands of our tender connection

Into a bizarre tapestry

Without the unforgiving hands

Pressing me into a box/cage

I have no way of escaping/returning from

Leaving me no space or chance to breathe

In this tight-knit story you already wrote for me

Can our bodies melt into the gleaming lights

Can our voices disappear in the booming city 

Can we find a moment of being

A moment of being just ourselves

Can we find a hole in this web for our tender connection to grow?

December 2020