I found love on breaker beaches
on city streets filled with strangers
on nights that spun with drunkenness
and later on forgot
it was always “end this night” and
“onto the next” and the world flew
a thousand miles an hour, ten years
at a time
I was torn apart, stitched, torn again
dressed in pieces of myself
holding on with two hands, slipping
into nothing, then
I found you on a broken night
and a broken moon split the sky
and the world broke down hard
and stopped
Ben Paynter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-point-you/
