A Waltz For Zizi Poems

I think of you
when I write my pages,
I think of killing you.
I no longer need to crawl
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I never put my poems
into another's palms.
I was afraid of falling in love
with someone that could harm
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I'm making love to you
because I have no idea
how to tell you
that I love you.
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I cannot remember why
I only make love
to ordinary people,
and why I put them
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Why do we call ourselves sailors
If the sea is not drowning us

And instead if the waves, we find
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Spilling your memory on a page
To make my heart a poet's heart
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'It's not a crime, (he started)
to put you on a page,
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My heart is not yet broken completly,
my mind mind is still a beliver
in the absolute religion of love
that this land of a million jokers ignore,
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A smile, a lightning in a storm,
spears the sky, north of the citadel of love,
unraveling your mystic side
as a moon that lights a lover's face
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My treasury is empty now,
they've stolen you, my lady bride, from within my arms
where you so happily used to jail yourself
when loneliness creeped outside of us.
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