It was your mouth
By Lyrikline Collaboration Poets
Published 1 January 2021
By Gonca Ozmen
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin
It was your mouth
nude wall
secret door.
It was your mouth
that left traces of unborn verses.
Wild herbs alone changed the elements
I saw - the leaves of your mouth,
tasted the bitterness, the hurt
It was your mouth,
like fallen walnut trees
that gathered all the voices and fled.
It was your mouth
my street waif
my absent sky.
It was your mouth
and we were still children in our love making
(between two games).
Click here to listen to Gonca Özmen reading this poem in Turkish on Lyrikline.org.