For 72 hours, I knew love. For 72 hours, I knew safety and comfort. For 72 hours, I knew passion and pleasure. Yet, for the other hours that make up a week, a month… a lifetime, my reality is different. It’s not necessarily a bad reality, because I love and I’m loved. But, for 72 hours, that love was a deeper, more connected, electrifying type of love.

I didn’t expect this to be the case when I ...

It was a virus called Covid-19

That had me working from a screen

It took about a day

Before the pants went away

But waist up was worthy to be seen...