APOLOGY

this morning I didn’t think about you darling… i’ve done nothing… how does a snowdrop pierces the snow, and does fennel suffer when presenting her smell, does the touch of my tongue, hurt you? while your gaze can read my inner soul’s lies and truths how can your hands still touch my skin… didn’t think any of it, didn’t think nothing this morning… in the redness of the night, as if stretching her head like a new rose bud, like one little bird falling from a rock, into a big hollow… eternal hollow. i have let myself in to it for all those times, I have left it empty, on purpose left it empty and protected it i’ve took the hollow emptiness and patched it to the eternal emptiness in its time… i was the water at night… one little drop naked… then disappeared… the time of the moon… exactly where you are looking… i’ve had let go of myself i am the sea enter me…its time. Günsel Djemal-13/1/2009-London