If only
every Love
had the lifetime of
pure
Turkish coffee’
the froth
would be its affection
if there’s
less froth
oh where
where are the coffees’ when we came to ask for your hand in marriage?
If said
in response,
when you have come to ask for my hand in marriage
your glances to me almost there
at the coffee foams
I wonder if it were said
no matter
say ...
before your eyes do
do not
walk away.

Poem by: Serdar Atmaca 03-05-2011-Pangaltı-İstanbul
Translation by: Gunsel Djemal 03-05-2011 London