It was your mouth

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).

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