all prohibitions be abolished. We lost the time anyway At the place where the dreams of night begin.
one leaf of the curtain open Let day light leak from between.
inert bodies lying inside, Forbid the light, It is naked in the garden anyway.
COULD NOT BE FOUND
the doors are opened part way, Imprisoned to night, the two bodies Not to wake the day Slipped inside silently Thousands of touch That much of kiss Took place of the words, Not any witness could be found Among the night and the day…
the night going on with chuckles With a light breeze He has been feeling sleepy.
lied, embracing Was it the feather pillow which he embraced. In his sound sleep He thought he was holding The woman’s left breast. What did he embrace for years.
THE POETIC EXPOSITION OF THE CONTENT OF A HIDDEN PHOTOGRAPH
and breathless, We got out dripping with sweat from The night smelling four-o’clock. I “centimetered” your mind with rulers How darkness reached light Was a film band which I could not understand. You were as a dry leaf, alone And imprisoned to yourself, being hurled in the wind, Breathless but hot as it can be. Mine was the longing for the yellow years, Although yours was your desire of a night. Now, you are so in the photograph, immortal Actually, you are mine now.
WHAT WAS THE WOMAN FROM FETHIYE LOOKING FOR?
boat on the dead sea A woman on the boat She is a Fethiye native obviously The woman’s eyes are uncovered As if she was looking for something Occurred and ended the storm.
youths dived to the bottom They found the man and got him out His eyes uncovered Who was he, where was he from It was never identified.