Lavender and pink

How gorgeous the morning sky

Welcoming the day

A glimmer of pink

Spreads across the morning sky

An innocent blush

How luxurious

Growing light, a stretch, a yawn

Slow awakening

We stand at the brink

A precipitous moment

Let me dither here

Now we meet once more

Reconnect through internet

Hands virtually clasped

The smell of people

That unfettered sensation

Olfactory loss

They met through a screen

What a rush of sensations

To anticipate

they met through a screen

without any touch, taste or smell

virtual affair

Before setting out

A kiss and a cup of tea

A different war

A place of dreaming

That space between night and day

All is possible