Flames
fall through us,
sliding down our throats,
burning all the way down.
Sinking in our stomach
So much like Titanic,
the Unsinkable Ship.
And our lips touch
the raki glasses.
We take a long swig,
we exchange looks.
And you smile wisely,
a smirk crosses my face.
To know tha
more than raki i am falling into,
that is you i am actually falling in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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