Was it you or your loneliness

In the blind dark we opened bleary eyes

Last night's curses on our lips

We would frequent art-lesbian-lovers,

Galleries and public places

My daily care was to remove you into the midst of men

An ammoniac flower in your button hole

My loneliness my incontinent countess

The lower we sink the better

We loitered in the pubs at Kumkapğ

With beanstew, beer and wine before us

And police battalions behind us; in the mornings

My Guardian Saints would find my carcass in the gutters

Hot as the garbage-collecfors' hands,

With their hands I caressed you.

My loneliness my bristle-haired beauty,

The higher we stink the better

I looked in the sky a red flash a plane

Steel and stars and human beings galore

One night we leapt the Wall of love

Where I fell was so clear so open

You and the universe at my side.

Uncountable my deaths, their resurrections.

O loneliness my many songs

The more we can live without lies