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travel poetry

Marocco, Essaoura: travel poetry

I would give up all the rooftops of Essaouira for your shoulders

Sparkle in your eyes

And a slight hitch when my lips cross your spine

And yet I want you on the rooftops

Your kisses and domesticated seagulls

Smile

Hands

Fingers

The language I do not understand

But that is warm and sweet

Things you are talking about must be wonderful

That’s the way you talk about me

I’m not afraid

I want some of the African sky

And your palms

For my hips

You’re the sweetest stranger ever walked down the every dream (I had)

Kiss Me

Love me through medina in Ramadan

While nobody sees

And everybody is looking

Sin

Fuck God.

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