Encountering The Newly - Married Lady

Erdal ALOVA

ENCOUNTERING THE NEWLY  MARRIED LADY

If I kiss you on the neck
a horsechestnut cracks
the fire continues spreading
new towers build up
a sea
calls out to larger seas.

If I look you in the eyes
an evening-primrose closes in
you pass by
with violet bruises on your legs
blue vines under your skin.

You are the rain that wants to return.

Evening descends
sparrows ring the sky bells
time goes by
uneasy like a vendor
like a night beehive
the city turns on its lights
the cries of children die out on the streets
you run
like earrings just worn
under each house
lies a lilac cemetery
on its doors the secret names of disaster.

Night breathes on you
with smells of onions, of secretions
utterances of others on your lips
in your belly bleed
rumors of millenia
of gold bracelets, prayers
a blackberry bleeds incessantly
like trodden tulip bulbs
are your breasts when you are asleep.

You are the land of repose.

You
who search for ready lives
yellow swords in your trimmed hair
which you comb for others
screams, teas, cakes among
smells of detergent and moon aromas
one afternoon
as death spreads out with the taste of starch
what accumulates
from constellations, marjoram
from the noise of dinner tables
on summer evenings
dispersing from balconies
as the days go by
with the haste of supermarkets
from jams, teardrops?

You are the eternity that gives itself away
the fish that forgets the moss
the hornets I sweat out.

Translated by Suat Karantay