I wrote this back in March. We locked ourselves down from the 12th because we are an auto immune trio; type 1 diabetes, arthritis and celiac disease. I was designated the one who ventures out to shop and as a consequence, I haven't had a proper snog for nearly three months!
My Love, l want to kiss you on the cheek, but my germs might linger for a week and march their way on to your lips; I will not make my darling sick. I could kiss you quick, then on advice remove it with a Clorox wipe. Perhaps a peck upon your head but there’s no more hair to stop the spread. I might just plant one on your knee where the bug can’t reach you - orally. Or better still, upon your toe, I mean, that’s awfully far for germs to go. I could leave it on a post-it paper, a paper kiss is sooner safer. Or on Zoom it won’t transmit, I’ll blow you one from fingertips. We can rethink our affection save our love, avoid infection. So snog me through the sunroom door a pane of glass is safe, for sure. It'll taste of Windowlene but ensure our love is squeaky clean!
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Don't you miss the freedom of being able to have your buddy over for lunch? Is it just me or do you notice the changed, positively charged atmosphere in the house once people have left? Probably because I make a huge effort to tidy but even so, a house feels so much better, even for several days after there have been friends and laughter.
I wrote this for people to send to their friends on Messenger or share to their pages. It was inspired by a 'friendship ball' a pal dropped in my messenger to bounce on and share. Lovely idea. Perhaps you can copy and share the poem below or find it as a card in my Zazzle store |