When shall young lovers kiss again
Free from the dread their sweet embrace
Will leave a trace of Covid on their lips?
When will they know their mingled breath
Does not contain the pathogens of pain,
Rewarding passion with a kiss-of-death?
What shall become of youthful needs
To trace the sensual contours of desire
With fingers unprotected from the feel
Of flesh made toxic by the heat of fever’s touch?
How much of love’s beginnings perish here
Where adolescent dreams must be denied?
No memories created of a love devoid of fear,
No moments to recall when death draws near.
Copyright: James Rainsford 2020
Here is a sonnet written for our times. It attempts to explore the tragedy for the young denied intimacy by the cruelty of Covid 19.