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.
4 Responses
This is really sweet
You so easily evoke the passion we deal in isolation, the intact that closes social distances
Thank you. You so easily evoke the feeling of shared intimacy in isolation the quell the ache of larger social distancing.
i really love this piece