While in Istanbul one night, the woman showing me the city asked:
-“What do you look for in a man?”
My mind immediately fixated upon you.
How to tell world that the sillage of your touch remains upon my skin
That my nights end with your breath upon my lips,
And the early morning dawn is infused with your scent.
After a few moments, with a sad smile I said:
“I don't, I have already found him”.