Everton Vila

I Dream of Hugs

A response to quadrille your quarantine prompt

Hugs vanish,
vigorous warmth of touch
banished by isolation.
Covid’s angst Zooms and blooms.
Splintered shivers twist
into frenzied, fairytale
blue light pretzels.

Pandemic’s agenda
needs no voice-separate and isolate.
Leaving little choice,
but to dream about the fate . . .
of another’s warm embrace.

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