Love Is Resistance Poem by Zyw Zywa

Two curtain veils, swinging
wide, stride and drag
their hems around

in smaller and smaller circles
until they rotate in face of each
other and get in the grip
of the floor, their feet

wringing their legs, their waist
into a pirouette
the intimate entanglement

of a coupling couple
and their plait of repeated steps
in good times and in bad
until death ends

the resistance and each comes
free again, stretching loosely
and spreading out