Bora writes on...

Provided from Wall Slave.

first, rub my words
then, eat them alive.
I will put my ear on your skin
and hear them rumble and die.

A shot from Natural Born Killers.

eyes are locked
garments pulled down
body liquids pumped
souls are up at dawn

behold the missionary,
whose skin is delicate
or
who has a rough bed sheet
is the guy
with his knees grazed.

Turkish version:

misyonere dikkat et,
dizleri yaralı.
ya cildi çok hassastır
ya çarşafı kolalı.

kanımı iç,
etimi ye,
doy
ama
öldürme.

X-Ray by Helmut Newton

one

finger

pressing

on the skin.

the force

through

the tissues

streaming in.

at last,

the ribs

and

the finger

are

meeting.

oh holy dirt!
in every breath
diffused,
my blood
turns into the venom,
you convert.

Photo by Helmut Newton

yes
you
eat
when
I
feed.

you
feel
happy
when
I
set
the
limit.