Twirling we fall into ribbons of midnight gold
my head spins but i twist and weave---
anonymity lies in the glittering obscurity of our faces
Our rippled reflections will tell us nothing.
who
am
i
who
are
you
it doesn't matter. they cannot care.
and with stolen kisses in lieu of drowning libations
we are intoxicated
and the cold winds travelling over the seas cannot feel us.
your red red lips know not the scars they touch---
we are anonymous. the world cannot find us here.
