Non-Erotic PoetryRheumIn the querulous
Mood of the room
Bystanders loom
Feeling sterile.
You, horizontal,
Peer in the dark
While latexed
Hands needle the mark.
With phlegm and rheum
You twist to cheat
Strapped to your loom
The viral heat.
I open the sash
To exit there
The vapid air
Of dust and ash.
In the querulous
Mood of the room
Bystanders loom
Feeling sterile.
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