Interruption

You walk in while I’m in the midst of yoga

“Sorry to interrupt”

but you have nothing to be sorry for

that’s what love is:

an interruption of the self

and expansion of the mind,

my world shaken like a mixed drink

Interrupt me again and always

my ways, my days

interrupt them

because I love you dearly

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