Bosphorus lullabies

My love letter to Istanbul. I fall in love with cities so easily.

While I prowled behind dark curtains

and sneaked through amphitheaters of white and dust

I shamelessly looked into your eyes

Wondering how it feels

To have your cold caresses

and the kiss of your breeze

Like a lover to his beloved

Falling for thick lashes

and mosques from centuries past

I sail past traffic jams

and bite into your sesame and kebab-filled soul

After rose hips and dolmas

I pray to Io and Prometheus

that I cross oceans and rivers

bearing your grace

your warmth

And to soon engulf me 

in your bovine dreams