build metal cages in our bodies for our hearts.
don’t let a single hole become the window for the nation
to peek at them. we are ready; it isn’t.
set up a secret passage between the cages.
it blends into the background like a chameleon during daytime,
but when the moon rules the sky, some of its light dropped
onto the pathway, igniting our method of meeting.
design a third eye that serves like a camera, watching others,
ensuring the movement of their hands and mouths
has nothing to do with us.
give the keys to our closest friends
and our parents (if they aren’t afraid of what
is in the dark) so that they can see the cores of our bodies
in the cages. after that, they can shake our
entwined hands. they can look away, but only after
burning the keys.
let months passed by like the ticking of the clock
and after a year has passed, it’s time.
unlock the cage and let the nation to see
how its inside is not a prison, but a home.
a pattern of cupid’s arrow, mug of hot chocolate,
and winged moon painted the wall and floor.
when the nation sees this as an illusion,
that the cupid is the damning horned creature in disguise,
that the hot chocolate is mixed with alcohol,
and that the moon approves hushed sin, well,
there’s a time when i consider an escape as a choice,
but we’ve gone too far. we’ve paved the way to our love.
if the nation wants to burn us for what we’ve done
no matter how many thousand ways we try to explain to it,
we’ll take it with us.