unexpectedly
last night the moon
struck ineffectively upon my window
i had made a promise to the sea
were going to plant phosphorescence
to its bossom
ashamed; to approach
my pockets are empty/my hands
if the fishes asked;
what would i say?
i had made a promise to the sea
were going to embellish the waves
with a clingy wet voice
the arms of the dark prostitute
embraced my torso
i didn't care...

Poem by : Atilla Elüstün 6.6.2005- Emirgan-İstanbul
Translation by: Günsel Djemal-London