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.