Shameless Acrostic
The
footprints of the Moon have filled my palms
while
your huge breasts are tumbling down to my dreams
the
hazy manifest of death has picked on my lungs
when
I woke up and held to my mouth
a
100 mm caliber tobacco barrel
I
have lined up as a shameless acrostic
from
top to bottom of the white page of your skin
my
mouth is solitary and my hands are mute in your absence
the
narrow streets of your body are opening to lust
Now,
we are like a colon
swimming
to the new definitions.
it’s
a sweaty rebellion against death
which
is organized on our skins
as
a snowdrop rising from inside of the white invasion.
At
the very time my dreams are bleeding
because
of the hopes tangent to my life
while
my hairs were combed to sorrow
my
darling, you have seduced me like Trojan Horse
one
by one the sorrowful castles of my heart have fallen
Let’s the naughty kite of your breath wave
all
along through the sky of my chest
Serkan Engin
Far Enough East
Literary Journal, 2013
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