Coffee’d lips pressed to your sweet smelling skin
Open parks and forests call to us
Roll the dice
One time won’t hurt
Normalcy hath been disrupted
Abrupt and mishandled,
Viral pandemic hath rained upon the world
It’s warm, shall I open the windows?
Risk, likelihood, gamble, benefits, consequences
Unclenching, your tiny hands relax
Sleep, sweet soul, as silence spills, surrounds and saturates
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