Love in The Time of the Coronavirus
Tell me, would you stand beneath my window?
Your masked breath caught in a contained mid-swoon
Flesh under gloves white as the falling snow
Singing songs of loss to the pallid moon
Would you look into these panicking eyes?
Lead bravely down the toilet paper aisle
Fight side-by-side, find where the water lies
Hand not in mine in blissful denial
Can we make love without touching at all?
Groaning loud passion into waiting sleeves
Shuddering endings to our FaceTime calls
Sanitizing screens for the next reprieve
Will you dare to kiss me without a mask?
Would you die for love, Love, that’s all I ask
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