Encounter

Watercolour candle

 

You don’t look like your poems,  she said

So I looked her in the eye

For many moments we were locked

In a visual embrace

Both evaluating a potential loss of face

Until a man with a tray of canapés

Came between us quite efficiently

And the moment, thank God, was lost

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