When t die, lay out the corpse
You may want to kiss my lips,
just beginning to decay. Don't be frightened
if I open my eyes - jelaluddin Rumi
Ölümü öp! Öp ki agelyalar agsm dudaklarinda
Gür Ceng
Your beauty is as lonely as this island
And in your body I smell the sea
And taste the grape
You tended for millennia
Yet when I reach out to touch you
You slip away
And lead me through
The road of twenty thousand ghosts,
and a trail where statues crumble in the sand.
In cement chasms
Resilient cyclamens grow
in a fragile hope as tenuous
as my touching the slither of the new moon
on this Clean Monday.
I too am dead you say
To love me you must join the masquerade
And kiss my corpse
Yes ölümü öp you say.
But if I dare
Will your stone eyes open?
Or will you leave me cold
And let my desire sink
to the bottom of the bay at Salamis?
Outside Saint Nicolas cathedral
The cümbez blossoms twice each year, you say
and the price of kissing is your life and mine.
Let's share this half loaf of bread
And each day light this candle of beeswax
If we do not embrace for the May feast
Our bodies will burn on a funeral pyre
And our ashes will scatter in the sea
Where even the phrase each other does not matter.
Clean Monday, Famagusta 2004
