A Song For My Eileen Poem by Atef Ayadi

take your beer
and follow me to the moon.

or if you like
we will
drink
the rest of wine

on mars or close to its sight.


it is hard
it believe feeling
words

floating
in the
the moon;

so,
follow me
to mars
and

you will see
my lips
breaking down
the redishness
of the wine

as i am approaching
toward your

methane gazer at the north pole
of your lower lip

your chin remains of your upper lip
your eyes remains of the lower one.

so,
follow me to the moon
or make me lost
between the gazers of your lips.