Almost summer aubade
Near the possible
End of a pandemic
Year old black and white
Portraits of us hang on
The opposite bedroom wall
In the warm green aura
Of a western hemispheric
Night weakly supplied by
A party bulb in a pole
Lamp beside the bed half
Occupied with digits
Translating text messages
Exporting salacious videos
7,500 miles away to her lunch
Hour, leaving a sexy scene
Before her nap, then back she goes
Reluctantly to the hotel office
Three floors up, I will wait
Until four hours from now
To see her dinner photos
And maybe something more
After that if we’re both in
The mood to light passion
Still in this forced separation
Of two engaged lovers while
Governments bicker with each other
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