Her Windmills Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

The wind crumbles
on the window
searching the promise
of her fingertips.

she does not notice
the rain on me
the flower
in my hand.

Her scattered
arms and legs
her little fists and
my blushing face

her wide eyes
ocean I lose
all my bottles
on our little war

perfecting insults
racing each other
on who makes
the biggest fire

her laugh ambushes me
like a waltz,
pushing windmills
into my heart

and her lips
whisper
the long lasting
procession of kisses.