Poems Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

I remember the morning
after we accidentally fell asleep
in your room.
I remember the sun
making love
in your open palms,
on your lips.
I remember
the shadow of a bird
holding onto your breasts.
I never told you
that I kissed you that day
while you were dreaming
of playing Mozart
on a piano.
I was frightened.
I thought that you might
eventually, fall in love with me
if I write you poems,
that's why I came to you
with my heart.