Virus

After dinner we sip Baileys’,

you tell me the latest news

about the Corona Virus infection worldwide

and our lost paradise planet earth, each new week

in an even tighter grip.

I talk about spring

and the warmer days coming soon.

your eyes half-mast, you reach me

another glass. 

I tell you to put on your rose-tinted specs,

forget the outside world

and watch our cat doing somersaults,

my heart shining gold.

"Let us dance" you say, put 

your shocking-pink lipstick on,

your silk underwear and high heels.

Cut

In my head the latest pictures. Someone

enters the house, screaming: for each one

you ignore… you will be judged!