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?

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