Darling tell me fresh words
which you did not say to anyone
do not let the weapons to attack me tonight
If I don’t breath I wouldn’t count as I lived
my heart is shivering
you know
my anger is to the planes and birds
I am drinking coffee your lower lip is on the mousse
with my upper lip I take a sip
your voice
mixes with my tongue
and turns into letters
just like the taste of coffee grounds
I convert them into poetry
so that everyone can read you within me
I could never tell in my writings/you are
EXCELLENT.





©Günsel Djemal 18.03.2011