MEHMET'S NOON CRIMES

Nervous candle light dances,  

The itch for intimacy blooms,

We galvanize our young desires,

The night inks between words of June’s perfume.

Cat shaped eyes,

My unknown life is lost on a tram too,

Amber red is the half curved Turkish moon…

A plum cut in odd shapes,

My fragile anatomy infused,

Pomegranates and lips filled with wanting,

I have someone to sooth,

My pearled teeth crush pistachio nuts,

I long for Istanbul