Side Wise Poem by Atef Ayadi

she looked
at me

from the side.


Is it your new approach?

I remember
you were looking at me, direct:

chest to chest and eyes to eyes;


straight
and from
all sides.

what happen
to you woman?


why one side?

one angle?

did i missed
something?


so, why are you still

antagonistic and pouring out resentment

with one side glance?


i adore that anyway.


i am sure
that one side is the best of all your side.

i am sure
that one side is the volcanic side,
the most volatile, lava, and erruptive side

i am sure
that side is the hate of not being loved side.