A Headache In Full Bloom Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

She was beautiful in a way
that seemed indestructible,

that I could not greet her
differently than with an

unoccupied heart, stretching
page under her feet, carrying

much more than others forgot,
running after the wind that spoke

of her scent, bribing birds for her
presence and that of her torrid smile,

stepping over avalanching leaves,
that tried, even them to reach her lips,

reacting differently to every kiss
that seemed unatonable, stumbling

in my embrace, taking her shape
into my mind, rewriting her

like the shore, each footprint,
each memory, uncapped and poured

into her glass and mine, toasting
to her blooming green eyes

and taking me by the collar of
my tiny heart, making fun of me,

making sure I surender all my
belongings to her, to her

unretreating presence, words
that are after all, unable to

recognize her, through the anxiety
of the rain that stranded us yesterday.