Book o' Verse, The Book of Covid Threaten me with your breeze March 29, 2021 • 1 Comment Threaten me with your breeze, Your touch this Fragile skin I’ve got has cracks. If you come to my door, I’ll open it slow, Step back, pull up like for a fadeaway, I’ll raise my voice, Keep you at bay. Don’t breathe into me, my friend my foe don’t send me words. I won’t breathe into you. 0
Breath is life, our breath is our life and we can’t share anymore. We are islands of breath.