Schmuckumentary

Outside, the city is an endless red of brake lights,
a crush of steel and faith,
millions moving through heat and rain.

It grinds out its survival,
and somehow, inside its weight,
I become less.

There is a strange safety
in being nobody
to everyone.

The room is warm.
The AC hums.
Motorbikes thread
the night below.
I drift
until I reach you.

In a place
where space
is currency,
I offer mine.

Let the whole
crowded world
collapse to this.

Your breath
entering me
without asking.

Suffocate me.

Fill
what the city hollowed open.

Let the monsoon bang its fists
against the glass
while you thrust me
back into myself.

On an island
where even God is never alone,
the only prayer
is how you empty me
of my name.

Love me
until gravity
chooses us again,

until your hands
convince
my pulse
to stay,

until
I remember
with clarity

I remain
because I disappear

here,

in the last place
I was felt.