The wind still blows
yet not so bold
as yesterday’s blast of cold.
As cold as your eyes
and as remote the skies
which steal my breath,
gasping for any touch of warmth.
Forcing me to remove my mask.
I wish you could remove your mask.
Not the one which protects you
from Covid, flu, and RSV.
The one which protects you from me.
The mask which blocks the kiss
of mingled breath and souls
connected in our private safe place.
The sun will some day warm the earth,
her touch allowing flowers to bloom.
Your touch could make me bloom,
if you could warm to me.
Come in from the cold, my love.
Remove your mask of invulnerability
and embrace love’s possibility.
annarino writes 