How to love in Turkish
In Turkish, love is loud.
It shouts out from all corners
of the setting sun.
An explosion of sunflower seeds.
The sound of teacups
on a summer night.
Laughter
while coffee reading.
In Turkish, love wears
casual pants
as soon as you get home.
It kisses your hands,
your cheeks, your smile.
It touches your soul
and reminds you
of fresh pita bread.
In Turkish, love flies away.
Its wings are on fire
with pet names.
The inside of my soul.
And the like.
I like you as much
as I like green olives.
How to love in Turkish?
There are no words.
Just images as sticky as baklava.
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