You, Home Of My First Kiss Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

It was a poetic night for you and me
when my kiss, my very first kiss
found a good home on your soft
and delicately reddened lips.

A month easily passed,
and I gave you flowers
that you adored like gold,
and kept well hidden,
next to your weary soul.

As god misplaced his galaxies
upon the softness of your cheek
I have done so too
with my words and poems
that took form in your eyes
of green's infinite hues.

But even so..
Why do I belive you can hear me
when my pen shouts: 'I STILL LOVE YOU! '
to the rough paper,
or to the white and freckled moon,
that to me resemble your face, your lovely face,
if my now unused lips,
have stopped hunting for kisses
in the blue skies of you.