This post is based upon recent experience. Upon returning from the US, I was forced into isolation for two weeks and, whilst there were certain aspects of the experience that phased me not a bit, there were others that were challenging. Kate posted a thing about masks featuring some cute puppy dogs. My response had very little to do with either. Sorry, Kate.

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I wear a mask, my darling

To protect you from my breath

It’s Covid Nineteen, baby

And it could result in death

We bathe in separate bathrooms

We eat a separate meal

I don’t know how much longer

I can cope with this ordeal

I haven’t touched you sweetheart

We’ve not even shaken hands

I’m suffering so patiently

But no-one understands

You know me so well, cuddle-pie

You read me like a book

Do you think there’s any chance

I might just take a look?

I’ve lost all sense of feeling

As separately we dance

I’m lost for words, but may I ask

Could you please lose your pants?

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This one came via My pal Stoner and was written in response to hers, which you definitely should read. I won’t try to make excuses this time. I’m lazy. I try to squeeze as much as possible out of 5 minutes thought.

I am floating past your doorway

I am whistling with the breeze

I find my way through crevices

To invade your space with ease

You smell my skin

Let me within

Your passion chasing fear

I can’t be there

Yet touch your hair

I whisper in your ear

So unclear

You feel me near

Appearing in your dreams

Not waking. You are shaking

You are breaking. So it seems

I fill the room. I linger

Trace my finger

Down your spine

I desire. And conspire

To one day make you mine

I post some garbage on here, let’s be honest. But I still get ‘likes’.

I mean …. really??? I don’t even like it. My own mother (who was embarrassingly biased) wouldn’t even like it. It’s rubbish.

That said, it is sort of lovely that people hit the ‘like’ button when maybe they actually didn’t. I’m touched.

What disturbs me more is the idea that people may be just randomly hitting that button without even reading my crap and thus rendering the whole concept pointless.

So here is a test. Here is something dull and talentless … but heartfelt.

If you do actually ‘like’ it … or even if you think it’s crap – don’t just push the ‘like’ button. Make a comment. Be honest. I can take it.

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Don’t say you like me

If you don’t

Don’t promise to do

What you just won’t

Perform. But please

Don’t just pretend

To be my lover

Or my friend

Reform. Don’t sell me

What is sold

Don’t confuse

A man so old

With stories that

Have been retold

Don’t touch me

With your fingers cold

With lies that you have

Told before

Just be straight

Tell me the score

But don’t mistake

Don’t get me wrong

If you enjoyed

My little song

Like me

And I’ll like you too

Love me

And I’ll love you true.

I may have posted something with the same title before, which says a bit about me I suppose. And certainly I am guilty again with an act of regifting – sort of.

I posted this little jingle in response to Cyranny, here, who wrote something far more sweet and charming on the issue.

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A small mistruth

The other night

I wasn’t where

You thought I might

Be misbehaving

Not quite right

Out of mind

And out of sight

A little fib

A little sin

Touching someone

Else’s skin

Breathing someone

Else’s breath

Sharing someone’s

Little death

Just being someone

Else’s fun

Not being someone

Else’s One

For it won’t last

Till death

We part

Not touching someone

Else’s heart

Yes, I can lie

You know that’s true

And I will lie

To lie with you