Ink

The pen hovered above the page,
her hand trembling
from the weight of its unwritten words;
befallen to torpidity,
only her tears could write upon the parchment,
everything the ink never would

– ❖ –

Empty to others,
he read the tear-stained confession
found rapaciously protecting her heart;
and without a pen,
he responded on the very same page,
with the very same ink

art: by Zao Wou-Ki

*03.22.18.07.20