The Wall of Love
Was it you or your loneliness In the blind dark we opened bleary eyes Last night’s curses on our lips We would frequent art-lesbian-lovers, Galleries and public places My daily care was to remove you into the midst of men An ammoniac flower in your button hole My loneliness my incontinent countess The lower we sink the beter
We loitered in the pubs at Kumkapğ With beanstew, beer and wine before us And police battalions behind us; in the mornings My Guardian Saints would find my carcass in the gutters Hot as the garbage-collecfors’ hands, With their hands I caressed you. My loneliness my bristle-haired beauty, The higher we stink the beter
I looked in the sky a red flash a plane Steel and stars and human beings galore One night we leapt the Wall of love Where I fell was so clear so open You and the universe at my side. Uncountable my deaths, their resurrections. O loneliness my many songs The more we can live without lies the better.