To Eve: After All Poem by Atef Ayadi

Everyone has something to do
beside
making
love,
feeling being loved
and connected in one way or another.

Everyone!

So tell me lady,
what is your vocation?
what stuff you have and you are hiding?
what stuff you have forgotten, and still
wights on your shoulder?
what secret's 'no secret up front' you are fabricating,
lubricating, knitting, and cleaning from the rust?

what voodoo practice,
yoga, or karma discipline of these days you are exhibiting?

what is your nature's instinct?
what is deep below your dress and clogging your veins
what is your dilemmas?
what is your fear and what tears you into peaces?

what is your matter?
what is you substances?
what is your actual location -cause, i am sure you are day dreaming yet, fantasize ahead of time -

where are you in the time line,
do you still live in the past?
are you in the present
or in the furure

if i can get hold of you
how much of you can I grasp, take, loot, and run away?

how much of you is still left?

how much is left for you?
how much is left for me?
independly

how much of you is available for both of us?
how much of you is left for the whole world?