shelter

English version of my poem “sığınak” in Turkish.

there are verses of whispering nights read in the morning

your eyelashes evoke of rain with no umbrella

dark clouds under your gaze

while sheltering under your earlobes.

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or let’s say it in this way

sidle to my rocky harbours

let’s move our tavern to your southern beach

your northern lips had always bloody words

set sail on the open seas unfurl

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it’s hard to differ the shining sun from generous cursing out at that very moment

as if plucking an apple from its branch

come on now,

almost a bitter jouissance the wind!