Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Don Kingfisher Campbell

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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