Love in the Time of Corona

It started with a kiss,

Then a cough, and now this:

Trapped within these walls

Is it love? Or just the quarantine/illness?

Two bodies in the same apartment,

Yet miles away in separate compartments.

Forced to stay at least six feet away

Is surely not what the heart meant

When it made me physically ache for you.

When this fever of passion rose to 102.

If our love is anything like Covid-19

Then I’d take Covid-20, 21 and 22.

We’ll get through this, we’ll survive!

Both well below the age of 65!

And my only pre-existing condition

Is that I’ve never felt more alive!

Oh, how I long for your embrace!

With medical mask upon my face.

Or hazmat suits, rubber gloves and boots

Of Corona, we’ll leave no trace.