Another Way Poem by Atef Ayadi

tell me
eileen,
lady,
woman,
and
Madame,
or
Mademoiselle,

why you want me
and expect me
to be more
different
and indifferent
more
than
who i am?

why you make it
difficult to me?

it looks,
you are making it
difficult and
hard to yourself.

simply

what
do you want
in details,
in writing,
verbally,
with your unspoken language
or with your skin?

what is your story
secret stories
if there is not secret to your secrets
no lack,
no lacks,
no luck,
no keys?

show me all your smiles
your perfect
whole
wholeness.

tell me
something
and anything
for a start.

tell me
something or anything
so i know if there will be
a stop,
an exit, or an
end.