oh! my love i know how cold you are
how hard this is to explain
be the button on your coat
button-up all the holes
who is embracing who? who is arresting who?

a trip from the bottle of wine to the glass
is this evidence of agony?
thus the lust inside me is my trouble

i saw that shiver on the out of season tree leaves
winter and summer become lovers?
the wind which stops blowing does not
belong to the dead seas…
i’m the breath of the Mediterranean
my non-emigrating fishes shouldn’t hurry

the birds fly with their feet
who’s seen a flying limping bird?
their clouds are my palms, my palms are
their clouds, no body knows my hands...

you are the light of the poems
i’m full of broken moments
this is why i’m outside of your door-step
my love at your door step I’m collecting pith and marrow
and kneading a dough; creating you over and over again
i’m Lonely!

Gunsel Djemal February- 2009 - Bromley Road -London