BUTTONS ON THE COBBLES

Dedicated to Türkocağı Street situated in the central part of Istanbul… This cobble street is littered with numerous buttons that have fallen from the cars supplying the ready-made clothes shops.

Our naked thoughts are pacing

on pavement overgrown with buttons.

You are saying to yourself;

His look is too torrential and

it may wrest the cobblestones

and throw us down

in the arms of our bodies.

I am saying to myself,

Who’ll spur the clouds,

make her thoughts undo the buttons

Of her soul soaked with love?

Our thoughts are pacing 

on pavement overgrown with passersby

and our bodies jammed with loneliness and verses,

drenched in wishes

try to pick them up and whisper in their ears:

“Hey you: don’t think so much!”