there is a god
and she lives underneath my skin
I've met circumstance
in the back of her head
where the dog will lie its head
upon the stars of her hand
keep her in my pocket
so i can always know her taste
sleepwalk into her arms
meeting with a former heart
will the world turn in slow motion
or is the moon all she needs?
i want what i can no longer crave
innocent bones to immortalize in my words
meet skin upon skin
and delve into the souls within
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
if not human
Şiirthe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
