#morocco
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.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
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.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
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.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
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!
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
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.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
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.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
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.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
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.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
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.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
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.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC