On this strange, strange night
Amidst a crowd they were
Fumbling for words -
Two people
Desperately trying to meet.

On the dance floor
Out on the railing
On the balcony
On Istanbul’s streets-

Ripened rhythms
Dark wine
Wave beats pounding
Through the room
Sweat and perfume -
Two broken hearts
Wanting nothing more
Than to get close.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2017.
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