carefully
you concealed
at violent nights
letters capsized
yellow flower petals
are dull
inside the pale book
we were caught
to the cough of the day break
from the rusty dialogue’s
to the poem’s
it is time
to touch the Sun
softly
now

kiss from the port of
my extended eye lashes.



Günsel Djemal Elüstün 1/10/2014