Love poem #2 in the time of Covid

In the shadows of masks,
tests and social distancing?
Surrounded by a fear of
sub-health, quarantine and death.
My feet are no longer
accustomed to grass.
And the sun flashes wildly
through the few cracks in the sky.
With all its urgent future.
And what of love?
That has once again burst in on me.
The time of distance
cannot keep this away.
Like a stray cat,
it will return soon enough.
And I will see my love
as a creature of light.
Her eyes, her lips, her breasts
conducting an orchestra of fire.
And I will listen, oh I will listen
over and over again.


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