think of a new continent without natives
a tiny island multiplying as it sees you
wherever you touch it gets as soft as cotton, it becomes a dream if you bite
think of it as it was waiting for you for millions of years
the one you embrace, saying ‘my beloved, daddy’
think of your apples, all fresh fruits
milky salep slipping by your mouth
think of tender petals of the flowers in the attacking hot
turning your back to the sun, to the fire… for that continent
the silk thrown away to the floor for you, your lifting it with affection
think of your cheeks you thought they might crinkle
godlike torment of love on your wet lips
in parting think of the shores, your kissing the baby monkeys
forgetting your compass in there, in the front of the neck of a sea
having that continent cry, making it feared
think that you carry a palm-full of water in a the desert to cleopatra;
that continent where you explored the most difficult love
the fact that it cannot survive a season without you, you cannot do without it
think of undefined odors, gleaming sprouts
tiny hands of a child patting on your face in mornings
the unseen rivers of that continent, first words
think of the genteel breezes of the heat melting you
as you drive your sails afar emptying a continent
carrying sadness inside you, the dark
hills filling you when you reunite, mornings
selecting a fragile cat walk from your cheeks
think of a couple of eyes beaming, irremediable in the dark ocean
its saying ‘your kissing blue, mehmetçi came!’
think of the compassion of the continent knowing you as the world
inability of a child being apart from its daddy
incapacity of a daddy to be away from his awaiting kid.
Translated by Mesut Şenol