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The Moroccan moon above us shining as we lay in that sand dune hugging close. Up at the base camp the sound of singing and an old guitar being played. Voices floating down to us singing and laughter. We lay there kissing seeking moon's shadow hearing the sea's roar. You took off your shorts and pink underwear as the moon played you and I undressed too. We missed the party and hullabaloo and the hard drinking from old wine bottles. On the edge of it the world turned about as we lay there sexed and undone in dark with the wind's slight moan touching our young heads in our sand dune beds.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Under Moroccan Sky 1970
I watched Miriam walk over to two Arabs with a camel along the Mediterranean beach outside Tangiers. She was trying to get them to understand what she wanted. She beckoned me over with a wave of a hand. I walked over. I want a photo taken of me and the camel, she said. I took out my camera and made gestures with the camera the camel and her. The Arabs nodded their heads and smiled and spoke words which meant nothing. They led the camel beside her and walked nearby. I took aim and pressed the button. The click came. She stood there uncertaintly . I paid the guys and they walked off with the camel. Did you get me and the camel? She said. Sure I did, I said. I put the camera away and we walked up the beach to the bar for a coke and smoke.
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
Photo Shot 1970
The day is quiet is given to the sun. Pop in the night every miniute is people's time. I look up in the sky but missing a star. Maybe it's lurking in the sweet breeze.
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
Salam Marrakech
alabama sun, it's almost hot here in a sad soggy way i knew a kid in california who lost all her teeth on a pink plastic skateboard (we were all carrying garbage bags filled with computer cables and ipods and cube-shaped monitors) there was a girl in england somewhere, too, she was bright bright navy blue and i couldn't stop staring at her glittery skin. my grandma told me it was impolite so i decided to grow antenna eyes like those banana slugs clinging to my neighbor's window. (i think i'll shave my head and rename myself after the moths that come out once the afterimages of the sun leave the corneas.) she told me we could live in thailand one day, now look what you've done! i want to live again for the first time since my tiny cells began to divide!
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
told you i'd die in morocco!
The Mediterranean Sea is out there Miriam said. You and she sat on the beach looking out at the sea lit up by the moon. You and she had just made love in a small sand dune. Stars sparkled over head and over the sea. And we are here you said. Behind you up the beach was the camp base and the tents. A party was going on which you both had sneaked away from to be alone and have *** She looked up at the sky: I guess my mother is looking at this moon now Miriam said she likes gazing at the moon but she is in England and we are here in Morocco but same moon. The party was noisy you could hear music and singing from the beach. Those stars may have burnt out hundreds of years ago or more but we still see the light from maybe dead stars you said. She lay down and you lay beside her. She kissed you and put her arms about you again. She was still naked from the waist down so were you. Someone was playing a guitar the sound hung in the air. You made love again without worries or care.
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
WITHOUT WORRIES OR CARE 1970.
Did you get a photograph of me standing by the camel on the beach? Miriam asked. Yes I did, I said, the two Arabs didn't look impressed with you in your bikini though. I was clothed; it wasn't as though I had nothing on, she said. No, but you know what they're like with women, I said. ****** them Benny, I am here on holiday; what do they think I'm going to do wear a long dress and head scarf in this heat? Never mind, I said, it is done now, and I have taken the photo. Will you send me a copy of the photo once we are back in England? Of course I will if you give me your address, I said. Make sure it is an envelope; I don't want my parents seeing me in my bikini, she said. I will seal it in an envelope out of prying eyes, I said. We looked  out at the Mediterranean. The water was calm and blue and the sky a kind of white blue. The sun hot and pouring its heat on us. Do you miss me nights? She said. Of course I do, but the tents are only made for two not three, I said smiling. She tapped my arm: maybe when your friend goes into Tangiers next we could, she said. If he goes, I said. Hope he goes, Miriam said. And the memory of her in my tent the other day buzzed around my head.
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
PHOTOGRAPH IN MOROCCO 1970.
Miriam came into your tent at the camp base a few miles from Tangiers. She zipped up the tent behind her. I saw your friend leave he's gone to Marrakesh with others on the yellow trucks she said. I know you said he asked if I was going but I said no. She knelt as the tent was too low to stand. Shall we? She said. If you like you said. She took off her top and her bra and her small **** hung there the brown dugs smiling. You undressed slowly all the time watching her as she sat and slipped off her jeans and then her underwear. Outside there were voices of those who never left far off and some nearby. You were both naked she kneeling you lying on the sleeping bed. She crawled towards your bag and lay beside you. I hope it's a long way to Marrakesh she said. Far enough you said. She gazed at you and you drank in her stare. She touched your thigh you touched her nest. A slight wind outside rattled the tent pole. You entered her smoothly as a ship into a fine harbour and sailed her over seven seas. Always to serve always to please.
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
ALWAYS TO PLEASE 1970.
The sound of the sea behind us the sand dune protected us from a slight evening breeze some Arab guy was playing a guitar up at base camp laughter from others singing on the wind carried and Miriam said you want to make out Benny? here? I said sure why not? she said won't they miss us? I said they wouldn't miss the moon they're so ****** on the Arab wine junk they've been passing around in that big jar thing Miriam said we were close in the sand dune clumps of grass and sand warm my hand on her thigh other hand about her neck is it safe? I said safe for what? she said I haven't got no pox have you? no just wondering about in case you know? I said got the pill no worries there now kiss me she said so I did lips to lips kind of thing her hand unzipping my jeans her other hand around me want to? she said the guitar was still being plucked voices still sang laughter on the wind she had my pecker between fingers and thumb and talking to it I was seeing the moon over her shoulder stars blinking come on come she said then someone fired a rifle in the air silence followed then chatter we were well away so it didn't matter.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
+IT DIDN'T MATTER 1970
That time we went to Fez and you said it's like Biblical times all these fecking donkeys and camels and people dressed like Jesus I said to Miriam so it was my first time and we had to leave the vehicle outside the gates of the city she said we were sitting at the Moroccan bar of the camp base sipping cokes and had French loaf sandwiches on plates beside us but it was good I said and that mosque I went in was great I had to take off my sandals mind you but hey the site inside was good I didn't go in but that market was out of this world she said she sat on a stool beside me sipping her coke she had a pink tee shirt and red shorts -I loved red- and bare feet I looked at the feet recalling mouthing her toes that night in Malaga after the shower at the camp base there and well the rest followed I bit into the French roll sandwich lettuce cheese cold lamb meat and some kind of pickle those women wore those black gown things she said could only see their eyes I don't think I could wear one of those I like to be seen and why bother to wear make up or wear something skimpy if you've got one of those on she said they don't I guess that's their religion I said she bit into her French roll and was silent she smelt of apples and hay and I could have licked her but we sat and ate and thought of the beach and moon and stars and *** if not too late.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
IF NOT TOO LATE 1970
Morocco some base camp by a beach in 19 70 a small bar Miriam sitting there drinking her Bacardi and small coke wearing that very snug bikini coloured red like her hair of tight curls up one end a very old Moroccan was strumming a guitar him smoking cannabis happy guy what's that stink? Miriam says to me cannabis I tell her how'd you know? A girlfriend I once had smoked the stuff how could she? Miriam says to me I don't know she just did I sip my Bacardi and smoke my cigarette she looks neat in her snug bikini but neater out of it.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
MOROCCAN BAR 1970.