My muse is Turkish nights
Disoriented, yet awake
Closed lids, but too afraid
of missed opportunities for sleep.
Hakan speaks Spanish,
the kisser speaks English,
and I speak adventure.
The Sapphire minarets guide us
to the cafe so sugar can melt in tea.
Cube between the teeth,
glass in the hand,
Shoot,
Burn,
Swallow
and the night cauterized
til' the end.
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