Covid Thoughts At 7-11
"Covid Thoughts at 7-11"
Let us dare the virus for a kiss. Kiss me till my hypertension pops, Till that evening something feels amiss.
From two million faces I'm dismissed. Life has shrunk to two convenience shops. Won't you risk infection for a kiss.
Dying every day for need of this. Kiss the glass between us till it drops. Till one evening something feels amiss.
Hold me till we flirt paralysis. Hold you till somebody calls the cops. I would risk infection for your kiss.
Press me till my breath escapes as mist. Press you down upon the counter-tops. Till that evening something's gone amiss.
Just before your shift, a secret bliss. Here or out in back among the mops. Let us dare the virus for a kiss. Till the night we're dumped in the abyss.
Online Poetry Facebook's Todd Jackson











