now i need to be a librarian and have falafel with hot sauce & baba ghanoush

how do i face my tormentor?
who would not melt in her gaze?
the henna on her hands bears the colour of my wound
her flowing hair bears witness to my sorrows
i envy the earth that wraps itself in her light
she fills my gaze
i know neither sleep nor dream
where should i go restless
my heart aches
how should i adorn myself
i never paused before, flowed on carrying all with me
now everything is slipping away
i must leave and not let the mind wander

sibel bana gayet makul kararlar veren biri gibi geldi

beyoğlu mon amour