I still feel the touch of your lips. If I close my eyes,
you're here, your hands around my hips, we're in my bed
as night draws near.
<3 <3 <3
My fingers still trace the curve of your spine, in the
darkness behind closed eyelids, I envision you as
still mine.
<3 <3 <3
I whisper low, 'Benimim sen'- you are mine, a soft refrain
as if saying it makes it so, in this tryst of joy and pain.
<3 <3 <3
While our shadows linger, and our souls unite, time
won’t bend, though my dreams weave us together, they
cannot mend.
<3 <3 <3
Your heartbeat echoes your name in sighs, my heart, a song
of love that never dies. The moonlight dances where we used
to roam, haunting memories of Istanbul, my true home.
<3 <3 <3
But here in silence, a bittersweet game, my heart plays
witness, and still calls your name. 'Seni Seviyorum,' through
the veil of the night, we're bound by my dreams, that fade
at dawn's light.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Comments (7)
A poem crafted with love and imagination, a feast of emotions.
Such sensory in this one! Great poem!
Such a beautiful and sensual poem!
The longing is palpable in this, Sam. I get that sultry Turkish nights feel too, hot and intimate.
Has an exotic feel, Sam.
Oooo, the emotions here were so palpable! Loved your poem!
beautiful