Love is a Revolution


 Love is a Revolution

Your gaze is a blow in my eyes

Your sweet tongue is a revolution in my heart

My thoughts are handcuffed

My emotions are at curfew

Your poison is pacing in my veins

My heart has adapted its rhythm to you

My cells have formed an organisation for you

Secluded mind, idea

The streets of my brain are dark

The light is on only when you come

What is hunger, what is satiety

My secrets voluntarily give me away

My soul has raised its hands, surrendered

Your voice is ringing on the radio;

‘This self devoid of love

We confiscated it in the middle of the night’

The body is curled up in a bunk

Writhing behind bars

A confusion, a panic, a rush

The sound of boots echoes on the walls

You are struggling, flapping, staggering

You are helpless, you know there is no salvation

The guard opens the small window in your cell

Slowly approaching footsteps

And the commander of the revolution appears in your eyes

Metin ERDEN

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