Tokat

Perched on antennas chirping to space
The birds sing a lullaby
To call their lovers home

My feet sink in bitter nettles when
I’m tired of hanging from this cage
But never at them stares, my hopeful face

A cage is there to give purpose to its key
The private universe, when the empty space in between is null
Opens to a nest, a keep against the winter’s stare

Dangling keys are a torture
And a queer promise: “The Ocean did not swallow me
You’ll see me again. I’m your future”

My Goddess, the key.
Sometimes enshrouded herself
In her oyster clouds shrine

And I’m left wondering
Why am I here, between the stinging leaves,
The eager whip, the haughty sun?

I had a reason, a long time ago,
Found this divinity diving for shells
In the warm bay of your breast

I had a reason, which has stayed true
For I am not in love with an image or a mirror
But I am mad about you.

Sing from your spot:
I’ll quickly jump from my boat
And surrender my eyes.

In our little world magic happens
Of this siren’s some synesthesia
A bright lighthouse will make.
And for your words I’ll crawl through these sharp rocks