Interruption

Poetry interrupted me at a ball
While I was dancing with pain.

And while I became numb
In the eyes of pain,
Poetry stole me and
We’ve made love every night
And every day, since then.

Photo credit: Sharon Drummond / Foter / CC BY-NC-SA

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