Atef Ayadi


I Shall Not Give You - Poem by Atef Ayadi

I shall not give you my lips
Cause' I know nothing
About your drinking habits,
Your eating habits,
Your whisper habits,
Metal does not trust snips.

I shall not give you my hand;
Even it is masculine.
The softness is the strength,
Not the muscle and the roughness of the skin.
Do not ask strands to be brave and stand.

I shall not give you my heart
You may need one beat at a time
Cause’ you are thirsty and
Too much of water will slash your smile apart.

I shall not give you my mind;
Your name is already a mind set
And the damage is unbearable.
Deeper than being maligned,
Cast away, and blind.

I shall not give you my soul
Cause', I am the master of my own
If you take it away
You will be a furious witch, and
I will be the foul.

I shall not give you my fate
I draw my fate on the desert dunes
It is already moved freely with the wind
You shall built your fire and grate, and draw your own fate.

I shall not give you my dream;
Cause', you are that dream
My fortress and my gleam.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 18, 2011


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