Forty Letters To A Woman – Nineteenth Letter – Poem by Atef Ayadi

this letter
is not that different
from a man's letter in love
with a woman he lost.

I did not loose you, indeed.
I did not loose myself, and it is not about hopes.

This is a type of business letter;
the only profit is to invest in more love,
a new way to structure the fun of loving
and survive all the turbulence and spins.

I am a man of character,
I like the big pictures and tiny ones.
Your face is one of the big pictures.
Your voice is one of the tiny pictures.
Your skin is a turbulence at a maximum pleasureful spin.

You are a woman of many predictable characters
and few are made of fractal yellow and red clouds.

Can you stop
being
predictable
and take me off
high
to enter your invisible
world
of red
yellow
clouds?

or do you want me
to remain
simply
a simple weather man
who is figuring out which d r o p of rain is falling from which cloud?