if we were quarantined together
i wouldn’t be afraid to let you touch me
you’d get clean and i’d cook you soup.
we’d take baths and i’d listen
to your words, i’d hear them.
i long to hear you say my name.
i’d watch you sleeping, breathing.
oh, to hear your breath!
oh, to see your chest rise and fall!
sometimes i touch my own face,
unafraid of corona, and imagine
it’s your fearless skin on mine.