Love in the Time of Coronavirus

We sit on the couch
one full meter apart,
we drink wine, red as blood
from plastic cups,
we eat takeaway 
left on our doorstep
by a masked stranger.

Looking at your face,
I choke for a brief moment,
on my own feelings
and -yes- the rice; 
then your eyes wide and burning,
your question fast, unexpected
like a Summer storm:

“Why are you coughing?” 







© I.B.2020

[Please do forgive me, I just really need to find the funny side of things right now. ❤ ]

Photo by:Michael Lee