Three knocks, then another

I peer throught the peep

Been a year-- no, almost two

And the memories flood back

Our bodies intertwined

In bed and soapy tub, in the meadow and the car

Heads and hands between begging legs, not caring who knows

You, the ideal of today's clean perfection

And I the graceless antithesis

Such different selves, but of no matter to us

Our love was greater than such petty social attributes

Until it wasn't

I open the door

Rainbow masked, head tilted

Your smiling eyes and arched brows embrace me

In time of plague, hearts rekindled