Smoke-
rose flavored, laced with sugar and butter.
I love Turkish sweets.
Gentle spice.
Soft flavors.
An array of colors.
Variant shapes and sizes.
Clay plates.
Blue-tinted glasses.
Wooden tables.
Silver forks, spoons and knives.
White embroidered napkins.
Dim lights.
Echoing Arabic music.
Glass vases filled with roses.
Words unknown but the meaning familiar.
The world forgotten.
Echoing laughter.
The scent of Turkish coffee lingering.
Pinnacle of hunger.
Calmness finally achieved.
Citrus flavors dancing on my tongue.
Warm pita bread between my fingers.
The Gateway to the Middle East.
The start of the Iftar Fest.
I inhale my final breath to rest.
Rosewater, Turkish nuts, Honey, Filo pastry, melted Butter.
I crave Baklava.
kairos 