Your Mouth is the Nude Form of Turkish
She has wrapped a sunny verse around her neck
She is winging letters by kissing them
Her mouth is the nude form of Turkish
It is spelling the poemful seas of my skin
She is buttoning me up to her life
Reducing me from yesterday, and increasing to the future
Tidying up my limping letters
Necessarily making this man poetry
If I am lying, let me be poet
She is being accumulated into a rose inside me
Her mouth is the nude form of Turkish
She is flying notes from my skin
Serkan Engin
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