AS-Life Span

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

AS-My Name is Pretender

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

AS-A Delighful Substitute

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

AS-Not In The World

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

AS-You-In-Me-Me-In-You

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

AS-What Fits Best Between S and X?

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

AS-Better than...

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

AS-A Halloween Party

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

AS-A Strategic Lover

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