Monday, November 10, 2008

Let's be quiet like the midnight
that sits outside our window --

Buzzing neon shop signs take the place of words
that we will not speak to one another.
We will exclude ourselves from the chaos
of the city as we sit down to dinner
and no voice, whisper or otherwise will penetrate
the hollow, hushed tone between the walls of this apartment.

Let's be beautiful like the midnight moon
that shines through our window --

Covering up the chipped paint on the wall
with silhouettes of our bodies entwined,
we will exclude ourselves from the responsibility
of adulthood and cautious decision making
and no one, elder or otherwise will tell us
that we don't deserve to be reckless and happy
in this silent, unpredictable hour.