Electronic City

those two were standing a little away, leaning
on the railings of the flyover, looking down
at the suburb that was fast asleep. hands
around each other’s waists. they were just
the right height. looking at each other
knowing they were just right. the rest of us

lonely bodies marvelled at the sight of the empty
flyover, the bright white lights, the cold, those two
who weren’t talking or even trying to
smiling with the secret knowledge of the things
that have happened between them. as we rode down

the flyover that night, us lonely bodies
were comforted in the knowledge that
there exists a time and place where
two bodies could be this way. 
smokes were smoked, hands were held
smiles were smiled, the rush was felt.