Delusional Times

me and my precious oximeter,
inspiteof the hostile
masked public weather,
still do manage to share
some precious unmasked
intimate moments,

as it welcomingly engulfs
into a cozy fit
my waiting pulsating fingertip,
scientifically intending to read
my internal chronically critical
O² levels,

but all i ever see
or can ever manage to read
on its little fluorescent LED display,
is a 100% match
to the fluidity of that graph in motion,
which seems to so exotically
curve up and down,

much like you,
and or like,
all the oxygenating alphabets
which sequentially join
to form your name.

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