Eileen's Love & The Milky Way Poem by Atef Ayadi

Your love came on time
Like the fall season.
It fell on my heart
Like Christmas snow;
Everything is possible.

Your love broke me
Like a squirrel breaking
A nutshell
And shredded
Me and my language
Like a cloud
In the sky.
Your love stole my heart’s
Beats,
Hung and dried them
Like figs,
In order to preserve them
For the tough time,
When I have feeling’s heart attack.

Your Love’s gravity
became more and more
strong;
I felt suspended
in the outer limits
of the sky,
Like water crystals,
They cannot melt or fall down,
They just must accept their
Fate,
To remain useless
Suspended
And infertile.

Your love came with
A thousands languages,
Ancient
And futuristic;
Half of them are not spoken,
The other half
Came from the other side of the galaxy
Encrypted,
And I am
Illiterate in the new languages of your love.

Your love taught me
The unpredictable
First, second, and third law.
I am now a master
Of the eleventh sense.
Your love taught me
How to read your eyes language.
Your love became my guide
When I am lost
After our lips” long lasting war,
And my body clings
Over yours
Like a Candy bar;
I raised the white flag
For peace.

Your love gave me a pillow
To rest my head,
And closed my eyes,
And read me Arthur Rimbaud’s poems,
Like a restless child
Who needs to be put to bed.

Your love took me
To my preferred temple
To meditate
And clean my soul
From all humanity’s sins
In order to be ready
To wear the burden
Of the new prophecy.

Your love
Grind me like sand of papers
Then, molted me into a roman
Fountain
For the thirsty,
Who comes to my deserted town.

Your love
Declines my citizenship
when I crossed the
North borders,
the south borders
As well as from the sky,
And took away
My identity,
My religion,
My birthday,
The moon cycle,
The world map,
And switch the sunrise to sunset.
And changes,
My feeling’s weather,
And my feeling darkest nights.

Your love made me
A moon slave
And exiled me in an open desert
And I am only a fisherman
I know only the salty love water
And thousand of miles of virgin shores.
Now I have to learn how to live
In dry weather
In a desert
Between two breasts
Like living between
The Maya
And the Giza pyramids.

Your love taught me
To enter a poem
Like entering
A holy temple
To clean my old sins
Your love
Yells and shoots
Over the church’s roofs
Announcing
A new revolution
After the industrial
And the informational

Your love surprised me
In my dreams
Like a new prophecy
And promises
A fair crucifixion
A fair immortality

Your love has deep oceans
Few fishermen dare
To explore it
And I have a little boat
And a little water for two days
And the heavens to guide me.

I have been trying
Since the Pharaoh’s era
And Babylonians,
The Greeks,
And the Romans,
To learn your love
Language,
Chemistry,
Laws,
Rules,
Etiquette,
And its politics.
But i failed
To grasp the idea
That is a natural phenomenon
And your love in particular is
A galactic blast,
A giant black hole,
And a supernova.

So help me
Woman
To cope with your love.
Help me not to be drawn
In your love
Quiet Seas
And deep oceans.
Because I am not
An Experienced sailor
Neither fisherman
Who dares to sail
Without your blue eyes”
Compasses
Or give me back my vigor
To face my unmistakable destiny.