TURKISH COFFEE WITH ECE AYHAN

Accepting an age of men
  surrounded in a sweat
  bath housed spring
  excited by a flashlight
  of love letters
through petulant nights
parachuted words
by a cafe
with Turkish coffee
in muscle rippling shirt
cruising outside
near the bicycle ring
 by your lonely neighborhoods
   in rim sun glasses
   until you meet up
 with a fate's manner
of speaking by first lights
still getting younger
from a cleft of releasing
  back mirrors.