About S3mr4

“Write me a poem she said
a love poem
All poems are love poems I said
I don’t understand she said
It’s hard to explain I said
Write it for me now she said
All right I said
a napkin/a pencil
for Semra I wrote
Not now silly she said
nibbling my shoulder
I just wanted to see.

O Semra Semra
Next to Paris she said
Istanbul is the loveliest city.“

(R. C.)