by Âlâ Tevfik

He spends six hours writing, and another three painting,

When his back is sore, he crawls to bed, asks me to cover him,

“Lay next to me.” He says, with his deep, ordering sound like,

“Make love to me, do it as if you’re doing it for the last time.”

After ten minutes, he puts his hands on my waist, holds me tight then throws me on bed “I want to sleep”

— Lala Tevfik