i call and he says/
my love i am on my way
door bell rings
and he comes
before entering the
white washed room
he gently knocks
quickly i run
and open the door
he stands tall/tired
and a little bit hunch back
says ‘’here i am’’
as he sits on the edge
of the bed
the first thing he says
you didn’t get my booze
his phone rings
he says ‘’darling i am on my way’’
i lock my gaze into his
he comes back and sits next to i
says please do not upset me
i rub his back and caress his long neck/
says he must go and be back morrow…
embrace and sniff his sweaty skin
but what about i? i sat in this
stoney brick house all day long…
washed your socks/underwear and
freshened-up the bed covers
his reluctant to stay
i stand on my toes
embrace and kiss him
goodnight
back to my empty bed!

and it tores my heart away

hearing the neighbours
love making joy..!


10/10/2009 İstanbul