by Hande Saglam

Created on: April 30, 2008

JUST

Just a square, only a triangle,

it was...between the leaves and the trees.

It was absolutely crucial to leave it,

the way it was.

Given spoken demands to my senses,

out loud in my hours of defenseless slumber.

Have slapped myself, time and time over

in repetition of desire locked into olives.

I have left it as it was, to be celebrated,

in summer's berries, in autumn's cherries.

I flip the records, I drip the make up....

then I sit and mourn the dropping leaves.

He says, ' I used to have that album,

but it walked somewhere,' shrugging.

I kill the bottle dry and all the tunes come,

raining.

I reach, I grab and my laces come undone.

These faces I hide, in these gloves,

I call my flaws.

He sits, sipping his coffee in two gulps,

I list a few thoughts and make the day pass by.

He says, ' I used to have that album,

but it walked somewhere,'

my wondering heart tries to find his

record of thoughts...in heat perhaps,

for just a circle, just a dab of hunger.

Just the way it was,

when flesh was united, in my tissue

and no issue are my thunders.

Just me and just him, in the fate, it was.

In calendars I have erased all days alone.

In rest, in peace, in tender breeze

I sideline my purple tone

to live alone and vanish together.

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