A Waltz For Zizi Poems

The castle rose its fingertips
and on each of it, a siren

and among them, the myth
...

I come back here, not because of a god
or because they told me to stop
fooling around and pray, because
they say that's how things happen
...

'The mystical kiss of my persian queen
and the elegance of her scent
dances with me, like a flower that dances with the sun
at the banquet of giants.
...

The silent boy, from the corner of your heart
is me.
You don't seem to be bothered, by the tears
trailing on his weary cheek.
...

When a blue beauty dies, the world turns deep in its sleep
and tears fill too many cups to count
in a man's evanescent life.
...

I follow from the distance,
the smoke escapes your mouth and I fear
you might be turning to ash.
...

I make love
to your shadow
behind your back,
I write your name
...

Just a hint of smell, just you
here and there, always
there, and so much less here,
across so many bridges
...

The day I finished painting the sky
in the color of your eyes...
Oh! How can I forget that day
since it is the day we first sinned, in your bed, in silence
...

She puts out the candle's flame, with her fingers
and goes to sleep, next to his corpse.
She couldn't bare to see his face, his smile
disappear forever, under the foundation of the living world.
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