Zones
I’m living in two
simultaneously
I look at the home
screen and try
To add sixteen
hours each time
Just to possibly
predict what my
Fiancée might be
doing right now
She wakes up at
what is three
In the afternoon
for me, she
Messages me good
morning
I love you baby,
honey want
To see some bare
legs in bed
Minutes later
she’s eating porridge
Dressing to enter
the elevator
To go to check in
downstairs
At the facial
recognition machine
Then hi to the koi
in the lobby pond
I start to get
hungry because
It’s getting dark
over here so
I attempt to
concoct a bachelor
Meal for myself
with the food
In the fridge and
the cupboard
When I’m ready to
sleep she
Is free for lunch,
grabs some
Cafeteria soup and
returns to
Her hotel room to
catch up with
Me before I’m switched
out light
She walks back to
work and my
Internal clock
senses she is off
So I send her a
video of my night
Stand, wall beach
tapestry, and
Awakened natural
waving wand
She reciprocates
in hug and kiss
Emojis and more
smooth skin
Which escalates
our interchange
To creative
seduction, she lifts
What she’s wearing
and I cast
A throbbing shadow
on the wall
We get more
comfortable every
Session and
achieve mutual bliss
The aftermath a
moment to hit
The shower and wish
sweet dreams
Only I stay awake
since it’s dawn
And I’m hungry to
microwave
Oatmeal and
compose this poem
Chronicling our
intersecting lives
As we wait for the
year to end and
Hope the ban is
lifted to make love
For real again
instead of needing
Almost banned WeChat
to express
Our distant
closeness looking for
Tangible
electricity of presence
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