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Atef Ayadi


Why You


Why you?
Why particularly you?
From all women
You changed my days’ rhythm
My life engineering,
My physics,
And my chemistry,
And I did not oppose or resist.
Why I love you particularly,
Desire you particularly,
And let you
Slide between the blue papers
Of my journal
To sleep with my poems.
Why you particularly
I let you sing on my cheeks
And dance on my eyebrow
And I did not oppose.

Why you particularly,
I let you
Kill all the beautiful women
Inside me
And I did not oppose.
Why I favored you
From all women
And I gave you
My town,
My closet
My secret box
The keys to my secret gardens,
Secret gods,
And to my secret water falls;
No woman earned
Such high rank before.

Submitted: Friday, December 30, 2005
Edited: Tuesday, April 28, 2009

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