The season is always spring

Which letters are the texture and the scent? As much as your flesh Which book is the language of promise and verbal consideration? Which poem reads a finger and recognises a signature As much as your flesh The meaning of the stance of a letter and the sea is pallor How could I teach you this language my love Letters of poetry and climates are discovered on your skin From top to bottom How many lives have steamed away? The letter looks at the letter Then burns itself Love is on your skin at all times Thy skin is a sworn witness Absentia and premeditation Confession of illegal love making Innocent and embarrassed redness on my face You are painting inside of me ROSE leaks on to my skin The season is always spring. ©Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN 24.12.12 London