Escapism
Here's an old poem of mine. Hope you enjoy.
do you remember that flood of adoration
papers on the floor
boys with blurred thoughts
you, close to me
with bottles of beer in our hands
in a cabinet over a mountain
hearth with radiant fire
we were the kings of the night
hold me before fall asleep
reinforce me with a kiss
take me to the bed
don't wake the boys up
tonight only belongs to us.
we don't need covers
we have a fever in our hearts
shame
we don't have guests like that tonight
we have us
just us with nebulous visions
we have sealed windows
and chairs behind the doors
we just have us tonight
we have tonight
we have the night
sounds of crickets
pounding in our ears
no sleep
no end
no rise for the sun tonight
wrapping my arms
around your frame
as a lover or just a friend
the moon is on your face now
offering its light
to enlighten the night
your face
my face
your eyes
in my ways
your heart
always.
– Melek Kaçar