Date Night in Quarantine

You ask me where I want to go on dates,
as if we have options beyond this settee

and it is an ordinary night with ordinary
plans like going into the city centre hand-
in-hand. I gaze into your eyes and see it,

the mischievous glint that means “bear
with me, I only want to make you smile”
so I do, I grin and list the places on your
body you hide; toes in socks, hair in cap,

ears in headphones listening to podcasts,
tongue in mouth, pelvis in pants, all the

scars, bruises, birthmarks I run over with
my elbows against your body in massage
sessions. take them all out, lay them on

the table and let me feast on perfection,
before they tell us we can go back again
to ignoring one another over dinners at
crowded restaurants. Before they tell us

we can leave home, eat everywhere else,
let us savour the meal our love has made.