To Eileen: The Lips And The Smile I Am Looking For - Poem by Atef Ayadi
her is a deal,
fate -my darleen, -
not need a prophecy or
to ''counter band'' it,
or to dream it fully and through.
Do you want an
another set of people-sorry people, I am talking only and solely to my 'lady', the one I created and created me-
another land escape?
Do you want me without all what I listed, with what is lasted in me, what I lost, and my stirred lust with your fantasy?
Do you want yourself, found in me or just a pure self in you?
what do you simply want?
or a simple unknown fantasy?
Do you like to be me,
taking over me,
you want the presence
of forgotten things;
I tried to be you
and each time
I miss the facts that
a woman is always
a mysterious world of
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