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

  1. You so easily evoke the passion we deal in isolation, the intact that closes social distances

  2. Thank you. You so easily evoke the feeling of shared intimacy in isolation the quell the ache of larger social distancing.

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