Affair

There is an empire inside me

Build of a thousand inkstands.

A kingdom of words

Where pens are knights

Dueling over nouns and

Adjectives are slaves

At the shorn points of quills.

This is the empire

Of a writer

Where words cannot flow

If the ink is dry.

I dip my indigo medium

In passion

And write with scarlet love.

Photo by Kira auf der Heide on Unsplash

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