Our youthful boyancy
suffers in this time of plague
the threat of infection
whips us with each kiss
The old caste of sex and shame
has toppled, now it's modern love.
We laugh at our prudish forbears
and scorn their guilty conscience.
But Now we exist where
sex and death are mixed.
Love sublimed to fear.
Love is hiding in a condom.
In bed do your thoughts wander?
Is your partner's heath
important as your climax?
The future concerns us, the moment is past.
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