The Tulip by Melih Cevdet Anday

I undressed you with my own hands, like the spring
Laying the petals open
Your haste was all seeds like a pomegranate.

O the singing forest of sighs
The heart of kisses and glances
Questions in its fresh silence.

The roof of your desire floated in the sky
It was humming yellow butterflies
When every inch of you burst out.

I tied you down with my teeth
Like a greedy silkworm
Your redness was a crescent

Two petals of a tulip on the sheets.

translated by Şehnaz Tahir-Gürçağlar

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