I have spoken of these lovers before

How enthralled they’ve become

with each other 

How one succumbs to yellowing 

fade when wallowing in neglect

How the other dies – with blood-frozen veins… if it does not hold its mate dear

It’s a wonder to see them mid-dance

as their entwined forms unravel 

hidden mysteries and unfurl stories 

I have become caretaker to both 

..making sure one is ever ready for the other

It is a love older than the ancients

and a passion without sin

There is no judgment for the love story 

between pen and paper

in our world

© Vivian Zems

Dverse Poets Pub- hosted by Sanaa