An Argument Poem by Atef Ayadi

She:
'I am bored! '

Me:
'No you are not, you look for a love argument.'

She:
'No, I do not.'

Me:
'Do you like to be kissed from the left to the right, only from the right, only from the left, at the center, at random, or where you are in need?

She:
'No I do not, unless you know what is left, what right, what is center, what is random, what is rough, what is soft.'

Me:
'So you like to be kissed? '

She:
'No it is not about my state of mind, it is about your state of mind.'

Me:
'My state of mind depends on your state of mind and my skin is just a skin.'

She:
'No, my skin is not your skin.'

Me:
'Yes, I can prove that your skin is mine. By saying this, I am not stopping you from claiming my skin, the only condition is to be in my left, my right, or in the center; not the past or in the future. I mean fully in the present. Then you may take skin with you where and whenever you like, to the space, to the desert, the beach, on the sand, under the sun, you wet it, you dry it out, you take it to the future or back to the past, that depends on what you want and how clear you are about it.'

She:
'I want just your skin! '

Me:
'How do you want it? '

She:
'I do not know, spiced may be? muddy! Burned without fire? I mean blackened with dust, dirt, smoke and stuff, like a mine worker man! '

Me:
'You mean from Pennsylvania state? Chocoslovania? Urbania? Chambania? '

She:
'No, I want you to be Eskimo'

Me:
'Now you want me to be a seal and Humpback Whale hunter, what else you want me to hunt down for you? '

She:
'My skin! '