surge of electricity jolting through renewed touch, Soldered together with the heat of the moment, Circuits of neural activity reviving after several months, Caress of skin against skin sparking enjoyment.
Shrill noises booming out from overhead, From the black shadows flying around, Carrying on the summer solstice’s winds, Seemingly amplifying this ancient sound.
The corona virus has brought with it some nasty stuff, Like queuing outside shops and we’ve all had enough, Locked up inside with repeats of unwatched TV shows, The suspicious look when you just blow your itchy nose,
A silent road flanks warping semis aging gracefully, Dispersed between newly detached homes, The ribbon of crumbling tarmac guarded by concrete, Winds unevenly beside the garden gnomes,
Lungs of carbon and a heart of steel,
A manufactured soul begins to feel,
Pneumatic muscles give him strength,
Titanium bones provides the length,
The faded police tape a warning archived today,
The impenetrable barrier of old brittle plastic,
Surrounding the broken house full of history now,
Events causing actions which appear drastic.
A pair of merciless individuals tied together,
Joined by a bond of bad boiling blood,
These two are the tag team of total terror,
Both of them are always up to no good.
Living through days of darkness that never end,
Ambling through a long tunnel towards the light,
The repetition and claustrophobic arches pass by,
The same restricted view unchanging day and night.
Our celestial travel companion shines down,
In reflected radiance to illuminate the nights,
The dusty surface battle scarred over the years,
Craters where meteors have taken their bites.
Tightly sealed spaces and not a single vent in sight,
Pressure its building up like a tiger’s choking bite,
No precious release from the grip on your throat,
No freedom from the force your yearned antidote