Day after day
you return
back home
from hell,
your head
bowed by
white phrases
on hot and cold
streets,
full of
filth and
senseless
questions.

Your arms
give up,
hold me up,
all the pale
bubbles burst
between us,
all the dry
tears die
of thirst
between us,
while pumping
blood through
empty hearts.

Night after
night I
kiss you
crystal clear,
I kiss every
little spot
clean under
warm rain,
only here
we can
be,
we can
be
lovers.

Now save,
we free
our tired
bodies,
until every
facet,
until every
earth-colored
nick and
scar shines
purely,
before we
lose each
other in
whitish steam.

We vaporize.

Cansev Duru