The Woman's Earring Poem by Atef Ayadi

I looked at a woman earring
With the eyes of a
Child.
I am a curious creature!
And I am curious about this woman
As well as
Her earrings.
She pulled and put her left earring
In my right hand’s apple
And said: “I do not like my hair”
I said: “ that is way you are hiding
The earrings”
She said: “Are you gay? ”
I smiled;
In mind, a woman does not talk nothingness;
What she said is like
A harmless poison that defines the concept of fever,
Or shouting me with a golden bullet
That is unfolding itself into the peace’s rose
I said “I am lesbian
Sister,
Do you want me to read your hand.”