I am naked. I am fully covered. I am hairy. I am shaved. I am hairless. I wear a hijab. I wear a bikini. I wear a shalwar. I wear a boxer.
I am a boxer. I am a ballerina. I am Furkan. I am Sasha. I am a man. I am a woman. I am a what.
As always, I took off what I have, what I am. A maskless, fearless, shameless, mother naked, shell-less slug. Cold. Truth. I wore what I have, what I want to be. An anointed, loving, prideful, beauty-full, camouflaged butterfly.
I am the water strider, whoever came to watch me at the dawn saw me walking on the water. I am a black panther, whoever came to watch me at the dusk did not see me at all. Not unless I am at the golden Cleopatra beach of Sedir Island. My black only covered me at night. Who is the miracle-maker now? I am the Seen and the Unseen.
Sasha looked at my eyes. He saw me. I saw the universe in his eyes. Big boobs, hairy arms. Small boobs, hairless faces. Shapes. Curves. Beauty marks. Kiss my forehead. Kiss my cheek. Kiss my lips.
Our hands clamped together as our eyes have met. Blue. Green. Blue. Orange. Yellow. Gray. Colours of our planets. He has a perfect smile and a spider on his ear. The spider is his mother’s gift. Being in Germany to survive from a dictatorship is his mother’s gift. His mother judges him of being a woman daily is his punishment for not being what she want him to be. I hug him. He is what I love. He is Sasha. He is my man.
I am them, sunbathing at the lake side of Baggersee. My ass is shining, my testicles are under my scrotum. They are born naked and before the fall they were inside of me. They are biologically relevant to what they are. They are who I am. And you are my human. Good sex. Bad sex. Boastful egoism of humankind. Prost! Comparing the sizes of pints are worthless. Accepting their beauty, as they are, are priceless. I am a midget. I am a giant. I am the ever flowing river.
Those who judge me gives me shivers. I am hard. I am soft. I am rock. I am pop. They make me burn and I become ashes. The wind is flying me over the mountains, gathering me together inside the caves and forming me back again. The cycle of life and death. Your hands are blowing me in the wind. Will you pop my cork as I am a champagne? Aging, not aging. Put me inside your heart to save me from your sight because every time I look into your eyes, I suffer of being two different beings. If we can be one, we can see together as one. I am blue, you are black. I am pink, you are blue. We are all a shining light, a rainbow to arch. Your short hairs are my playground. My hands are your playhouse. I love it when you do whatever you want with me. Our exploration of each other may never end. Your beauty is like a moon. I enjoy each step my fingers take on it. Your curiosity and kindness is like a bee. I take delight in every buzz you make around me. I am a flower, I am a thorn. I have roots deep down into the earth. My leaves go up into the sky. Like an ivy I want to surround you, be your décor when you are the house.
Just a page long feelings. From loneliness to meeting you. Such an inexplainable journey. Real is our path.
In real we shall meet.
From the bottom of my heart to you, Sasha.
Hugs and kisses!