Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Claudiu Komartin

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

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