Lime’s grow upon your skin
And hang from different parts of your body
Have we forgotten how to live with them
All your dinner plans have been canceled
And social distancing is our newest hobby
We may have to line up at the hospital
But make sure you have insurance
Now that life has become impossible
Our obstacles seem to get along quite nicely
You seek freedom from the devil
And maybe some affordable health insurance too
Love is not a watered down drink
In a back alleyway beneath the stars
It's a poem written while driving
Seventy five miles per hour on the freeway
It's speed talking
It's the sting of raw heat on your face
And a cool breeze between your knees
I see you laughing at me
And know that when i take you home with me
All the tables will have been turned upside down
And the whole world will be singing on repeat
Though I bet its no coincidence
That I encountered thirteen broken records
Not too long after i saw you
So I took your picture with me to the police station
And we turned it all around in our dreams
And borrowed some broken imagery
Love is a flatbed truck on the highway
Until we make a lifetime of mistakes
And take the next exit for some coffee
Your voice is a rest stop on the freeway
We take our chances wherever we find them
On the road to infidelity
We neither resist nor persist in our apologies
All love is worthy of being accepted not neglected
But I am compelled to necessary silence
Underneath your fertile skin
There is a courageous river flowing inward
And beneath our improbable appointments
We go and ask permission from the elders
If love is a torrential rainstorm
Then i'll take off all these masks
And joyfully I'll dance, naked in your lightning