Mólavi visible dancer with a dance palace as a crypt
your living script dedicated to the deceased sun
did you easily find a meaning?
to linger on for several years
a meaning like the sensitive inner side of a naked thigh
for the tongue in the warm sun
sprinkled ginger over the sugared sour milk of your mother tongue
Mólavi nobody washes your groins now
nobody withholds your heavy knackers
this mysterious inner side
of a naked poem's strange skin
for the tongue to linger on the soft reflection of for several years
the shining reflection of the deceased
nightly present absence
to grasp the meaning of
memorizing the meaning as living as the deceased
the memory a nightly reflection of the longed-for sun
sprinkled ginger over the sugared sour milk of your mother tongue
Mikael Ejdemyr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/m-lavi-his-sun-in-konya-immovable-mover-9/
