my passion…your honey leaking eyes…
had left marks in my heart your cotton field palms
when I kissed inflamed my lips
your breath at the mild spring breeze...
and when the clouds were striking at your eye-brows
your laughter…
when the sea-gulls were flying on your lips
your skin…
without touching the wheat
your languorous walk
i missed you by my side
on the shores of my sea I am captive to you.




Poem by : Atilla Elüstün -Edirne 16/8/1998
Translation by : Günsel Djemal - London