Beloved, If I Confessed
That nature had not intended
for you and I to submerge like
the surging seas, like the honey
that erupts from the flesh
of the bee, like the snake
that penetrates the moist caves
of the Aegean Sea, or
like the sap that seeps through
erect and conceited trees,
O, would you feel my love
If I confessed of my confessions
and how they leaked, invisibly,
onto the surface of the fluid air,
and solid ground, and onto table tops
and door steps, and letters burned
that never sizzled, nor made a sound,
but leaked on night stands,
and on the edges of my mouth
between the creases of my lips,
would you feel for me?
This I know.
That after the quiet walks,
between the second coffee cups
and simple talks, between
the tormented laughters
that cleansed my body clean,
the truth protruded through my eyes,
your childlike heart, could not see,
of my hunger, and of my dreams,
and of the honesty in my
love for thee.
Love did catch me,
cutting me lose
and choked me to the ground,
shoving through my lips,
your muted breath
that never made a sound.
And this I learned, again,
from my simple youth,
that love did live,
in scarlet truths.
Copyright @ By Author V.S.Atbay
From Book - Epiphany, A Collection of Poems.
Publisher - Friesenpress, 2013