Three knocks, then another
I peer throught the peep
Been a year– no, almost two
And the memories flood back
Our bodies intertwined
In bed and soapy tub, in the meadow and the car
Heads and hands between begging legs, not caring who knows
You, the ideal of today’s clean perfection
And I the graceless antithesis
Such different selves, but of no matter to us
Our love was greater than such petty social attributes
Until it wasn’t
I open the door
Rainbow masked, head tilted
Your smiling eyes and arched brows embrace me
In time of plague, hearts rekindled
