You mustn’t just love me.
Love is so passively ordinary–
–so trite–
For you and me there must be more.

I want you to love me in the city.
I want you to hold me under the lights
as we two swim; and in the current of people
I want you to look only at me.

I want you to see the buildings grazing the sky and know
that we can go higher.
I want you to smell the pulse and taste the music–
I want you to hear the dreams of millions in the pavement–

I want you to see the way the sunset flirts with the glass
and the way the people bleed together
and the way the lights dance in the puddles after the rain–

and I want you to not see any of it–
to not feel anything at all but unknown–

I want us to be anonymous and know
that we can outshine it all