Hole in the wall

I want to become that famous story untitled, unpublished,
a nameless sensational character in it.
The narrator narrates and the listener awaits,
no proof, no evidence just an unhinged faith.

I want to be that deliberate controversy
and still be a secret audience.
A sex tape with faces smudged,
with a billion likes and a million shares.

I want to be an eyes wide shut orgy,
untamed by any Bill or a whip.
Known to all, desired by all
and participated in by none known.

I want to be that unidentified couple on a train,
on the same upper berth under a bedspread
hoping to wake up to a hundred eyes
just before the station it alights.