summer stroll

by valentinestavrou

a nicosia of     jasmine scented summer nights     coloured by bougainvilleas
the air filled with the smell of lamb cooked in     clay-covered ovens        a nicosia
of magic      split in halves      carrying secrets          whispered at family gatherings
found in thick coffee        my future pictured by dark dregs revealed
in time by an aunt asking      wheres your husband i dont have one
why a pretty girl like you         i dont know

a nicosia ive only met in my twenties          in the company of a boy
who knew not how to love me          a city as deep as the sea chopped up
abruptly in neighborhoods         with names i cant always pronounce

i keep walking deep into the slits
finding myself everywhere