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after
have you ever eaten *helva, my love
to the sizzle of the slowly melting butter
anxious in its wait to savor each flake of sugar
the scent of the browning flour in your breath
milk drops rapt in a dance of the delicate blend
yearning for the ultimate sweet feast?
have you ever eaten helva, my love
when sugar though was no longer to be found?
© hülya n yılmaz – March 26, 2014
From the “letter-poems to the beloved” collection
[*With “helva,” I refer here to the Turkish dessert, “un helvası” (flour halwa).]
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