Thief (Covid 19 mkII)
They are gone;
your nose, your lips
have slipped
away again.
The kisses have gone
their gentle nuzzling
parable of love
is lost again.
Your eyes kiss mine;
your lips and tongue
obstructed at the checkpoint
we have no passport
bar the two stripes
where one should be.
My tears are the sweat on my brow,
the percussion of a sneeze
and the expectorate bark
which seize in ambush.
In the midnight the thief
holds captive
your kisses
and I have only words
to love-letter the ransom.
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