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