I am naked with my clothes on

As we bend the norms of togetherness

Sipping the thrill of loneliness

With two beds and overflowing bills

Messed in between laundries



Of December escapisms

we are wrecking creatives

in the stillness of traditions

Screaming in karaoke echoes

I wonder,

Are you asleep my neighbor?



Singing Alicia, Miley, and Kelly

It’s almost past two

Now, it’s not an hour of blues

Our body clocks gone wild

Are we high?

No.



We are such a sight.

This must be the sin of nakedness

No, this is not about ***.

We paid the wages of honesty,

leading to an opened door

Of two people in a white room

Exposed internally.