A Waltz For Zizi
The Name Of November - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
motto: 'Everyone hides in your heart, no wonder
there's no place for a fool like me.'
A flower is such a small prize
given the height of your heart
but I'm giving you her life,
don't make t waste, my flowers
are not weeds, I am not a liar,
I do not prepare the bed
before i give you flowers,
I do not write to impress,
I write to adore, the shape
of your frown in your angered
smile, in your eyes,
the melancholy of your
steps, of your slow moving chest
and your hands covering your
skin, from my lips, the shadow
of your breasts escaping your
fingers and falling on the walls.
Your shadow, such a lovely painting
I would love to hang it in my room
and write underneath it in white and
blue: 'This is the shadow of a muse,
the shadow of love'
Would it anger you to know
what I think of you, that
I'm still, after a year,
piling memories against the wind?
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