The Violence Of Love Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

The Violence Of Love



I wanted to cut you out of my veins,
to let go of everything that filled
my heart, the greed that kept you there,
the grasp I involuntarily had
on the hand of your shadow;

to become a snake and shed the skin
you were more fond of than my soul,
for it too, like many things I kept,
carried your thunderous fingerprints,

to leave my lips somewhere across
the universe, in a bin of broken
things, for they would not kiss
anything else, ever since your lipstick
remained on them as some sort
of parasite, opposing my liberation.

But despite that, I didn't, I kept
saving you, again and again, from
the grasp that wanted to erase you.

Sunday, August 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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