My Oriental Love Poem by Atef Ayadi

My dad
was very much oriental
in his love to mom,
the way he was still a life,
and dealing with the rusted manhood
ironic wrestling arm.


i followed him.
i followed his example.
i love her like loving
a wild harem bough and should be given away
if she does not
put away all her rings
on my chest.

i was skin,
eyes, and
hands
caring type of love
but most importantly
stick with and hide into the bushes type
of lover.


she was
a very
female
type of
woman.

i wanted her
to be sometime like
angry man.