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For quite a while a stentorian voice was on the air rebounding a weird song. It was reverberating from the debths of an unfathomable darkness. Come-be-with-me was penetrating into the ears of the addressee, but she was unwilling to listen...
The voice went on echoeing in convulsions, feel-me-feel-me-all-over. Nonchalant to the voice’s vigorous friggings, she was walking with the wind in her hair. Little she knew of a male voice so supplicating. Come-be-with-me-come-my-love. The discharge of the agony in the tone was the moonlight serenade accompanied by the caprices of the wind. Babe-come-back, the voice recoiled in adagio grazioso. Stop, you selfish brute! The woman bemoaned with all the sternness of expression.
Sel-fish in the dish
Always the same menu
It makes me sick
She confided her trouble to the sea. A gradually growing hysteria was suffocating her being. The now over-powering, inquisitive voice of male dominance was demanding surrender. A salty wind was licking her lips. She was suffering from an unquenchable thirst. She wetted her parched lips; the dainty cracks were giving her pain. The stiffening effect of the sea was on her flesh. A chilly gale from the Mount of Venus frothed the sea. The woman was deluged with a sudden gust of wind. It went inside her through the rosy opening of her bosom. Her dignity of carriage cracked. A harsh blow split her jacket, succoured the woman in distress.
The wind was whistling a hard rock rhythm, was pinching her skin, wandering over her moss-like curls. The voice was inviting her to a mesmerizing mock dance. It was trying to capture her whole existence. I-want-all-of-you-body-and-soul...
She had always been happy with her disintegrity, with her solo dancing adjusted to her own whims, quick or slow steps according to her seismic desires. Her unruly movements always denied the dictates of the established authority. She took it as an assault to her freedom. In the skyscrapers erected on the Earth, she had always sensed the same nauseating phallic representation of power against the womb. As unprotected as she was, the female was the elusively idealised object. The male voice now husky with gamahuche, was raping her womanhood. She was a prey of rules, a puppet dancer reigned by the male...
No-woman-without-a man-no-man-without-a woman...The splitting voice was singing incessantly; the covetous wind was cooing, bobbing, doodling her relentlessly. Her soul robbed by the vastness of nothingness, she walked away with her frustrated gait on the desert. A cock was crowing somewhere, nowhere. She couldn’t hear...
Ayten Suvak
I was flipping through a novel
Many times I attempted to read
All of a sudden
I noticed a little bird on the window sill
It was addressing me by name
Cheeky Cheeky Cheek
I was taken aback
That bird was a freak
Suddenly in my head there was a click
I was a lady bird
He was my huge butterfly
Flitting among the trunks of trees
We could over the hills fly
My passion would appear and disappear
With a flap of my wings
I could throw him over the windmills
Then I woke up over my book
With a late afternoon breeze
My cat’s rakish looking eyes
On a sparrow with loud cries
I hardly heard my cat’s miao
But strongly heard the chippy
Chippy chirpies of the dying sparrow
As if it were me enclosed in the cat’s paws
Among the books in silent raws
In many of them I drew
Butterflies with the shortest span
Life ever knew...
Ayten Suvak
My Name is Pretender
Tender is my heart
Soft is my skin
I dance around the moon
God almighty tends my groan
Sometimes I become a witch
With a broom
I sweep the floor
I can’t stand the snore
I pretend to be a lover
What I do is to cover
My nudity with your hands
I never disclose any secrets
I write my love letters on the sand
I’m that great pretender
In Freddie Mercury songs
You too pretend to love me if you can
So that we can play in the band
Please stop the time gong with a bang
Because I’m so and so years of age
Just turn over another page
I’ll stand naked in front of you
Pretending to be a voluptuous sage
I know cheaters like me arouse rage
But you can’t keep a wild bird in a cage...
Ayten Suvak
A Delightful Substitute
With the walls lined with photographs of the past
My house looks like a restaurant
There memories come to dine
Shots taken at family meetings
Relatives smiling with greetings
My fat uncle liquor drinking
My crying mother at my brother’s wedding
My father always missing
I squint hard at the photos
I discover once more
How much my sister looks like Marilyn Monroe
I look like Liz Taylor
Let’s launch into love stories
Equal to those of movie queens
Now one can see my eyes riverting
To the mushy look that love drunks have
Happiness sadness are all bursting inside them
My German lover’s eyes glare into mine
I have the power to manipulate his emotions
We’re running to each other in slow motion
But an evil power strikes my Arnold Schwarz
With an hideous locomotion
He dies of an instant attack
Then and there my heart cracks
I want to draw the film backwards
Blossomed anew every night
My passions give me delight
Who cares if Arnold is dead
Robert can substitute him instead
With the lush dance music without a break
It’s delightful to wrestle with them both
Once Arnold once Robert on top
Seduced by sneaky tectonic tunes
Each night I let them slip out of images of fumes
To enjoy the amorous movies on the walls
Like the odd figures of Andy Warhol
We poke our heads into the night
Shining with sweat
With that thread
When the night gets old
All three of us get cold
With exhaustion
No decent movie ever showed...
Ayten Suvak
Not In The World
Let’s-make-friends sort of girl
To strike up a conversation I said
Hello where do you come from
Then at a total loss for words
I had my panic
You had your sandwich
But little by little we found ourselves
On speaking terms
My words coming in bits and pieces
Your talk knowing no recesses
I smiled weakly
You asked meekly
To move to the beat of our hearts
As soon as we got the hang
We worked up a sweat dancing
Our one body panting
We knew the mystic touch
Before we knew each other’s names...
Ayten Suvak
You-In-Me-Me-In-You
You in me
Me in you
Hand in hand
In the zoo
Shy and scared
Why are you
Aren’t you a dandy
Drinker of brandy
I’m aloof under my roof
Things with me aren’t smooth
I have only vague expectations
My bearing is the proof
You’re cunningly smart
You’re aiming with a dart
At your double in Cupid’s heart
It’s a she
Looking like a B
Let Bygones Be Bygones
That’s you in me
Me in you
It’s a nu
Number one foe
Better than a friend
In the world of ceo
In the patrician way you go
Let me eat your mango
As erudite as you are
Teach me how to beat a kangaroo
In an ivory tower I grew
Let’s have together the brew
Don’t ask me of things beyond my can
Then you’ll write twice
Taming of the shrewd
You in me is a blue eyed teacher
Me in you can be a dark eyed traitor
How candid you teach me to be
I’ll always be Voltaire’s Candide
In the search of eternal irony
Me in you is a discreet pony
You in me is a wordy hubby
Let’s have an ambiguous hobby
Like exchanging you and me
With money...
Ayten Suvak
What Fits Best Between S and X
His song under my skin
His virtual hand under my skirt
We were two players in the inbox
Acting the parody of seduction
Our games were in function
Sox for the love sound
Sax for its art
Six steps in the guide
Sex in the scx site
Then one day we decided to meet
He crossed the ocean
I climbed the hill
With songs we were in each other’s ear
I fixed the date under the campanile
At last the gong hit the nil
There were a giant and a dwarf
Playing in the window sill
Gazing at each other with a hostile chill
I stuttered I love you under his spell
I hate you!
Down at me he yelled
With the longest thread of e’s
Then I deleted s and x with a click
And I moved him in the trash
In one blink...
Ayten Suvak
Better than...
His piercing glance on the secrets of my heart
I fixed on him my fascinating eyes
We both blushed as challenging reminds
I said I jilted you too with triumph
You too!
He repeated with a feverish rage
In my notebook I’ll tear your page
He thought only he had the right to betray
He demanded my head on a tray
Instead I killed him with a dagger
So much the better
Better than suffering for love
Forever with hate fire dancing in our faces
And making other loving hearts
Go bumpity-bump with false graces...
Ayten Suvak
A Halloween Party
I was the ghost of opera
He was the dracula
I had my half face covered
He had his teeth doubled
I had in my eye socket a marble
He invited me to his castle
There danced white faced witches
They wore their make-ups awarded
With Grammies
I sang my song with my ghost
Grannies
Dracula turned us all into ravens
We flew into Edgar Allan Poe’s
Ghost Stories
We too wrote one on dracula’s
Sleeping corpse
I, the ghost of opera composed
A Halloween Song
We drank wine in Cindirella’s glass shoe
Dracula drank my blood in the next zoo
I had his canines on my neck
He had my marble eye in the snake
Luckily he was bitten
So
I was ridden to another Halloween Party...
Ayten Suvak
A Strategic Lover
Love-trifles in my ear
I passed a window screen in a dream
There stood two mannequins
And I stood dormant with wonder
Those were me and my lover
In vogue suits of Versace
In cuore amore
We were still simple people in that guise
Happiest to live love’s poetical phase
The most comfortable in blue jeans
And looking our best
Our love was in exhibition
But our delight was not too bright
Then I woke into reality
I walked with my newly found morality
That love needed sometimes new strategy
So I kissed my lover on the street
Under the scrutinizing eyes of passers by
Openly teased
My lover’s hands on my hips...
...and then
Wizards touch the body
Fairies kiss the mouth
Witches dance with fury
Elves run with glory
Then love portals discuss
Which letter fits best
Between s and x ardently
Ayten Suvak
A Strategic Lover
Love-trifles in my ear
I passed a window screen in a dream
There stood two mannequins
And I stood dormant with wonder
Those were me and my lover
In vogue suits of Versace
In cuore amore
We were still simple people in that guise
Happiest to live love’s poetical phase
The most comfortable in blue jeans
And looking our best
Our love was in exhibition
But our delight was not too bright
Then I woke into reality
I walked with my newly found morality
That love needed sometimes new strategy
So I kissed my lover on the street
Under the scrutinizing eyes of passers by
Openly teased
My lover's hands on my hips...
Ayten Suvak
Book A Seat Book A Leaf
Book a book for me
Cook a delicious plot
Grow with peanuts
Write about stardust
Make library your kitchen
Put every shelf a kitten
Purr purr your time
A good book in hand about crime
Knit your future mitten
All literature is for rhyme...
Ayten Suvak
Hell Regained
Once there was a paradise
Now it’s gone
You’ll say
Let bygones be bygones
Find another one
This time with a better gun
OK
I’ll run and have fun
But I run into a swine
Earthly paradise is polluted
With indecent pun
So my romance is done
With a nose too long and hairy
Tickling my spine
Hell of a love affair
Be washed down with wine
Paradise regained
Until I count to nine...
Ayten Suvak
A Tickling Question
How many times
Will you divide yourself
And conquer strategy
Before you forgot
Who was God the Father
And God the Dildo
You crazy Tornado?
Ayten Suvak
Wooing W’s
Why and What are put in the womb
Where wantons kept room
Warum asked a German
Wie added a burgman
Wolves ate the W kingdom
Witches started fire crying ummm
Winds separated bride and groom
Whoopee
Whoredom won the prize of heirloom
Wageslaves walked with boredom
Why are we here asked some of them
What do you say ginned up the leader of doom
Where are you leading us cried histerically
Walleyed women
Who do you think you are wench
Wrapped the chief in amusement
What we are you don’t know yet
Wreathed in smiles the whole lot of waussie
Walking talking
Wriggling diggling
Worst Ended all the whimpering
Worked out by whatever
Woman is now working a door
Willie’s working a flanker
Weary With the Wind
Written off with W’s
Why aren’t we all celebrating
Wizard the Bacchanalia
Whoever Whatever We Are
Wasted with whisky (w)ambrosia?
Ayten Suvak
Golden Love Copper Trust
I am blind when I truelly love
What is truth absolute or changeable I cry
So with every lover one aspect of truth I deny
What is left is not so hard to tell
Change the absolute and get rid of the hell
True love is changeless
My heart is loveless
I put love and trust into a shell
I burn them by alchemy
Then I get the rebel
That is I have to have two lovers
One will I trust
One will I love
Without repel
Copper as output lies
In the death knell
God is one letter short Gold spell
Which is the absolute Good
Love and trust the girl in the red hood
Truth is always changeable
Even more changeable than falsehood...
Ayten Suvak
...
You Are A Woman
Young and beautiful you’d better be
Offspring in your belly
Unruffled as possible as can be
Attractive and hard worker as a bee
Rabbit is you tortoise is the other sex
Especially be friendly
And please no rivalry
Woman is like a teabag*
Only in hot water
Man realizes how strong is
A female partner
No doubt fe+male is a wonder...
Ayten Suvak
*Nancy Reagan
You came towards me
Never left me without greetings
You never stopped to quarrel
Just a sense of peace in the barrel
Warm Hearted Acquaintance
Don't you know any other ways
I'm bored
The world isn't as you make me feel...
Ayten Suvak
