I recognized you by seeing the scar on your forehead
we must have met in an old coastal town
you may remember for sure,
I am the sunset with the eyelashes made out of salt
the rotten seaweed smell on my hands
the abandoner southwester in my hair
make up the sands of the deserted lives
and love happens to be my after-life out of the sea
where I was born by crashing on rocks
the man I love turned into clay
my childhood is the tunes I lost
while the nets full of crabs jam in my fingertips
I await lying on the chest of patience
our youth used to be an old coastal town
like the hopeless roots sinking to the bottom
with their carved bodies and crusty faces
other men and other women
have gone through our skin whiningly
by leaving the murmur of the love making behind
the man I love turned into a sea sparkle
I used to kiss him on the scar of his forehead
every morning on his sealed smile
we used to attach misty times to each other
like the playful waters’ circulation around corals
the man I love turned into a lighthouse
to the wet start of the sand and desire
to the foamy darkness not fitting into the tunnels
of the blue delusion of inside of me
that hurts in the sunken ships
the man I love turned into endlessness
English Translation by Mesut Şenol