To Eileen: If You Think You Are Eve Poem by Atef Ayadi

Are you sure
you playing eve

and you do not know
the type,
the brand, or
the band
of eve you are?

Did somebody
tell you
who you are really?
what type of woman you
are?

Did someone
smell anything,
good,
suspicious,
dramatic,
aesthetic,
fancy,
antic,
boutique,

anything a man can sniff out.

after a deep dog
sniffing
from far or
from distance?

cause,
it matters.

it matter at least to me.


it is important to know,

identify,
feel,
see,
hear,

everything?

because,
for me,
Eve
is an empire to build and protect; and
feel each tree, herb, bird, brick, stone, and each grain of sand.