Lust

a poem by Melis Gordem

inthe flower garden

whereyour love resides within these April buds.

whereyour bruised lips curls up with an understanding smile.

whereyour scarf covers the tangled lies you call your hair.

inthe flower garden

whereyour wanderlust has been caught in between the vines and thorns.

wherethe city does not sleep; gathers and mourns for you.

wherei plant poppies near your velvet-embellished home.

inthe flower garden

wherewe split like the Sea so red.

wherewe stared at each other’s eyes so tenderly.

whereyou kissed your knuckles before they kissed my lips.

inthe flower garden

thisforbidden acre i create with my hands made of silk.

thisforgotten place where i seek safety within your arms full ofdaffodils.

this ephemeral home that erupts lilacs every time i visit to illustrate you.

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