HIMM...

HIMM... I

Quite unexpectedly

A jewel in the middle...of the Topkapı palace!

Knowledge and a subtle perspicacity united in a delightful body:))

My God, such a rare commodity!!!

Stings of pearls dispersed

in my mind,

as the sultans left some of their food in large brass trays

for their kuls and janissaries in waiting...

Just as the burgundy taffeta skirt of a circassian cariye rustled around a corner

I could not help but notice the fullness of the lower lip that so attractively accompanied the fullness of the brain.

But...as we met some of the well built, tall and handsome Balkan boys

something too much of Reşat Ekrem dominated the tone of the akhabari

and I fell into a poignant deep cliff of doubt, hımm...

a solid insuperable barricade??? something I would rather not traverse???

or just a matter of laconic wit opposed to the attic one..(not too bad as long as there is one)

now that would be dealable...

I do not want an amelioration though, I want a cure...

or rather an illness of mutual madness

or rather to lather in passionate waters

only to burn in mounting fires...

hımm...

HIMM...II

What then about the twisting and whirling tornado

that pushes far aside and than pulls back forcefully

hımm...

that would be desirable at one level only...

HIMM...III

That French accent and the deep voice is the blessing of the year,

the sweet glory of the summer,

the most motivating carrot ever...

it is something through and through at every possible level...

HIMM...IV

that serene and the uneventful day

is capable of breeding thunders and storms, would u say

and if so

would u dare

hımm...