Just one of those numerous, innocent seconds

Or one of those ticking minutes, fecund;

Just one uncapped moment

When the heart trounces the head,

As often it does:

Behind closed doors,

Where the ghastly virus lurks.

Soon a virile mind is slain

On the laboratory slide or smear.

Sun or rain;

Courage or fear;

Do the test

And later find out the rest.

Whether we like or despise it,

Lecherous lovebirds will continue

To be torn asunder, unwed,

Soon after emerging from closed doors

With thorns sticking to their dishevelled hair.