rendezvous

i should like to meet you
if only in a mirage
of a hallucination
in a dream,
and then
i would very much
like to let you go
(you would have a say,
if you were to insist,
in the whole matter).

perhaps sanity will be ours then,
yours and mine respectively.

but then again,
it might all end up
in a continuum of reality
warped by illusion.
we might find ourselves lost
in the haze of a desert storm
on the twenty fifth floor
of a greyed skyscraper
where you and i
are indistinct
to time’s sensory perceptions
and meanings drown themselves
in their own chaotic underpinnings.