You were a city I’d just arrived in
a new house in a new city
I was afraid I’d get lost
I couldn’t go far away of you
when I stayed, I’d get lost in you
the baby excitement of my discoveries
.
Photographs age as soon as they are taken
time collapses into yellow clouds in the gazes
the shutter is relentless
as clicks, we’ll be each other’s memories
as clicks, throws us off cliffs
as clicks, my tears
.
Let’s get away from the streets of sound
you’ll forget me no way
I’ll forget too, for sure
.
I love the sun in your freshly washed undershirt
our lovemaking on the rope smells of indigo
geraniums appear on and off from the balcony
I think you were the last time in my mouth
Al Yazmalım trucks on the rainy street
I think it’s time!
Hashem Khosroshahi
(haşim hüsrevşahi)
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