A Gift From China

Remember me from Christmas day:
I was a present for you
because I was present, and
we were together in a hug
without masks, without clothes
in the naked truth of love,
ornaments for shiny bliss
more than a kiss, a laugh
before the Chinese plague
like a hayride, and
rock and roll —
such roller-coaster days;
seems hazy now when
I am so cold in the winter hibernation
and your quarantine is so far away, but
spring is coming, and
I will jump on your bed
and we can be
children with ice cream, and
adults with wine.

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