by Ece Apaydin
1.
The trunk. the shell isolated by those timeless’
resin is a hard and naked innerness
covers both of us
the walnut door
that is carved by a sweet wind
and blurring those remaining outside of us
small areas - the measured defeat
of life.
We are combining there is a place
where everything is possible - hidden flowing resin -
in the trunk gazebos
in its apartment made of pleasure
an intuition
which is hungry like a wolf
a foot dragging intuition
nevertheless beautiful - the streets
promenaded it between us.
2.
Dark skinned fruits. on my feet
your raven mouth. my darling. the dark skinned fruits
that we think in it obviously
rolling over
on the coasts of a memory crate
passing from the world three times
cracking three times from its beauty
stolen from the market for the horses
the joyful days.
3.
covers both of us
the walnut door
that is carved by a sweet wind.
ECE APAYDIN
Last updated June 12, 2016