Anonymous Letter Poem by Atef Ayadi

When you write to me
Lady,
I try to see you,
With your face, hear, earrings, neck, chest, hands, jewelries, skin, the color and texture of your clothes, your legs, your shoes, the ways you walk, sit, lay down, stand up, the way you breathe, your gesture, body language, calmness, and your brutal natural eruptions.

I try to smell you from head to toes, and every part of you smell and talks differently.

I try to hear your natural clock, wind, whispers, gasp, your ice melting, your falling ice crystals, and your snow flakes flying before falling down.

I try to feel you, and feeling you is not touching you, because touching is walking through a peaceful and hostile land; it looks promising and it is not, you see the sun and it is not.


So,
Lady try to be careful about what you write,
And before writing anything, try to include all the above if it is possible,
Or put simply your smell on the paper without writing anything, I can read it better;
Or put your face, I will read your inner rhythms and words;
Or put something else, that ignites my curiosity, because feeling someone
starts with a crazy childish curiosity;
Or just choose a blank paper, a rug, a leaf, a wild dry skin, or a metallic natural skin, I will write your feelings down for you, I will paint them for you, or I will just make a perfume that works only for your outer and inner skin.