Want by Cemal Süreya

My breath is a red bird
In the auburn skies of your hair
I take you in my bosom
Your legs extend beyond description

My breath becomes a red horse
I can tell, as my face is burning
We are deprived, our nights are too short
We need to make love, galloping

translated by Omer Kursat

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