a park with a rusty bench,
no soul.
covered with neither a roof nor a Tarpaulin.
melancholy in the air, sand on the floor
you keep me warm
with your aromatic breath.
there’s a crowd moving
right besides us
whereas there’s none
‘cause they’re only props
in our cinematic storyline.
“you’re here for me,” you mutter, “aren’t you?”
with a spontaneous smirk.
and i,
for god’s sake,
do approve.
you keep me warm
with your aromatic breath,
no need for hotels in flames
for the warmth.
a disenfranchised affair,
you and i are in.
like an invaded vandalized land,
we’re destined to be exploited.
i breathe in your smell
now i’m liberated.
Berkay Bayram (he/they), 19-year-old writer, was born in Avsa Island, Turkey. Under the harsh political climate in the region, they are inspired by the queer-feminist solidarity. Their former works were published in Ample Remains, Dead Fern Press, & Poetically Magazine. A forthcoming work will be published in Resurrection Magazine. Twitter: @honeyimyourdrug.