Is In Your Heart Love? Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Is there anything left
in your heart
that remembers me,
my love,
crawling from my palm
into yours
leaving on the floor everything
unnecessary
for love, and too tamed for
your sheets
from which I cut wings
and made you
like the wind, and my sheets
that from
around you my castle arose
with ditches
and towers, transparent only
to my eyes,
and you, shedding like a snake
your clothes,
under the half eaten moon,
with
no regrets
and
with no other lights to spoil
my kisses
yet enough, not to spill them.
Do you remember anything?
How you've changed me
into man.
In my heart, my castle, eroded
and empty,
and too folded,
outside
on the streets, you are
wingless
like a woman, ordinary, too simple
to be that muse, you see,
I do not have
any recollection of you that way either
I'm just guessing
what would happen if
we are
to fall in love with each other.