A Kind of Love, Some Say – Maya Angelou

Is it true the ribs can tell
The kick of a beast from a
Lover’s fist?  The bruised
Bones recorded well
The sudden shock, the
Hard impact. Then swollen lids,
Sorry eyes, spoke not
Of lost romance, but hurt.

Hate often is confused. Its
Limits are in zones beyond itself. And
Sadists will not learn that
Love by nature, exacts a pain
Unequalled on the rack.

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