Falling

Keep up your routines 
They say
When at risk of falling hard and fast 

Ok

She tries

But this pesky pandemic
Has got her all locked down 

And the enforced extended distance builds a tension even greater 

Morning texts that go til lunchtime

Nap time fantasies abound

Phone calls filled with longing
So much longing 
They could only wish 
for a shortcut to the next tryst

Lips whisper through the ether
Of desires yet unmet 

Something showstoppingly stunning 
grows as Spring approaches

But what it is feels jostled
By this other 
Discomfort 


This insistent presence 
of an isolating threat 

delaying 
delaying
delaying 

How delicious can torture really be?