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.