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Claudiu Komartin
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Love poem
starting from a line by Ilhan Berk
These unfinished poems are your ankles
and the motion of your elbow’s gentle withdrawal
when you sit next to me between pillows and yawn
is another line no one can take from me
don’t feel like keeping myself together
22 cigarettes without following a single thought
a bee hits the window
then again
honey from the lip of the cup dripping
down to the wrinkled bedsheets
our amazing
hands and feet
reinventing the world
lips hair interlocking fingers touching sexes
ivy on terraces
it’s late
in all the room, only the outline stays