A Waltz For Zizi
That Which One Understands Not - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
A ship with red sails, and with it came a woman
That upon my seeing, rode fast her pale horse
Into the comfort of her king's castle
Leaving me to handle alone, the portentous dark clouds
That circle me, in perfect geometric shapes
Like an architect stalking his pray.
Are you afraid that I might kiss you in your sleep?
Or that our hands may fortuitously meet,
Under the satin sheets of my bed?
You are the woman that rode into my heart,
On the pale horse of death, are you not!
So why are you afraid of a mere touch of love?
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