Saturday, February 13, 2021

A Room of My Own: UnLove in the Time of Covid

One Hundred Seventy-Eighth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
in memory of Gabriel García Márquez

Valentine's Day,
it is what it is ...
the smell of snow

dark chocolate 
melting in her mouth then mine 
afternoon trance

two meters
between our masked faces
a snowdrift at night

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