You and I in Turkey
There was a time when I favoured your thumb over all your other fingers;
But lately, I find myself partial to others:
Like your index finger-the way you hold it aloft when you state your winning point amidst a heated debate;
Or your middle finger-as you trace it along my lips while I drift off to sleep.
Note-
I jotted down this entry on my wrist as I waited for you to come out of the bathroom in an old ice-cream parlour as we toured the Princes Islands in Istanbul.
Outside, the carriages were strident and the wonderful smell of horse manure was vibrant in the air.
The date of this entry is August 5th 2007.
But lately, I find myself partial to others:
Like your index finger-the way you hold it aloft when you state your winning point amidst a heated debate;
Or your middle finger-as you trace it along my lips while I drift off to sleep.
Note-
I jotted down this entry on my wrist as I waited for you to come out of the bathroom in an old ice-cream parlour as we toured the Princes Islands in Istanbul.
Outside, the carriages were strident and the wonderful smell of horse manure was vibrant in the air.
The date of this entry is August 5th 2007.