To Eileen: The Three Sides Of A Coin
Here is
What I though about you
you
when
I jumped over.
go
wherever you like.
go to your bleached 'Irich-rich-lionel ritchy- beach
as you want!
go and come back
Whenever you please,
-I know, it is woman thing to feel wanted, hunted, nailed down, and have more eyes falling on you-
you beach is still mine and
your far away clouds will end by raining on my skin.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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