A Strange Man's Poem Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

'But if I write poems, my heart what shape does it takes? - I've asked my pencil today.'

To write you another poem, is not that hard
but are they of any use to us.
Do you see more than threads of words
belonging to an unwound emotion of love.

Would you try to kiss me,
if I'd send them to you?
Would you at least praise me
as you did with your other men?

To me, every word and letter,
every comma or dot that takes them apart,
take different shapes of you
creating new islands and continents,
in the ocean of absent kisses,
rising you again and again from the gentile grave,
where I try to poeticaly put you to death.