Our neighborhood
Is an apartment building now
The elevator stuck
Between penthouse
And sky
And we in it
Squashed in comfortably
Breathless
(And without reception
On our cell phone)
On the verge of an escape
From the “savoir vivre”
Ready for a long time now
For escapades
(When did we actually
Fall in love?)
At the peak
Of suspended steps
In the basement
Of Janus semi-dilemmas