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chez raPoetry and Photos by Rafika April 21 TastyYou touch me golden Scrumptious – April 05 Springtime in MarrakechA glamorous gypsy aglow in a silken rosy dress Dancing wildly and free in the encroaching darkness Surrounded by dense mists of amber and musk fragrance Endowed with secret powers and a gentle magnificence Haloed by the rainbow-hued perfume of love She dazzles under the lapis lazuli heavens above
Lovingly decorated with as many orange and olive trees As there are Babels of visiting tribes and ethnicities Who greedily savor her sweet, delicate broth Melded by her subtlety like a hand-woven cloth A blended aphrodisiac of splendid sights, scents, and sounds A sacred trance mélange that with ultimate joy she abounds
She trembles with delight to the throb of a million cars Traversing her luminous show under a shawl of ardent stars Competing fiercely with vivid dashes of red and yellow flowers Long into the sanguine post meridian hours Enticing strolling passersby to indulge a rich and reverent sleep Amid her luring haven of comfort and blessings buried deep
Flinging wide her massive engraved wooden door Bearing intricate carvings of symbols of yore Adorned with hand-molded ornaments of iron, copper, and brass She opens to sweet vistas of villages in valleys of emerald grass Populated by genuine faces polished with wisdom and grace In which kohl-lined, sultry eyes chant psalms of a brave nomadic race
Her sandy Kasbahs and ancestral palaces glimmering brightly With a dreamlike enchantment of the soul offered nightly She performs a dulcet seduction with a cosmic synergy Casting enduring spells of magic with a timeless energy With hennaed hands covered by talismans both new and old Crafting glazed earthenware, emblazoned silver daggers, and kaftans of gold
She tenderly tucks in that indigo tune of nascent night Between hoof drops of horse-drawn carriages in mid flight Stepping gingerly around the omnipresent buzz and drones Of motor scooters and natural beauty painted in muted tones Skirting myriad turquoise pools, dark Koi ponds, and gurgling fountains At the feet of the majestic snow-crested Atlas Mountains
Choruses of diverse birds dim their passionate serenade In the shadow of a thousand date palms ostentatiously on parade Jealously guarding their Andalusian jewelry-laden treasure A chimera shining in the heart of this rustic land of pleasure Like some kaleidoscopic dervish endlessly whirling Saturating her surrounds with a riot of aromas and colors swirling
Beneath an icy moon pregnant with mystery gliding by Trailing a veil of glistening plumes across a darkening sky Blessed by rising Venus’ caress and fervent ritual of the muse Marrakech welcomes with warm embrace the weary traveler’s blues Transforming strangers with her healing touch into lifelong friends Within her soothing aura of tranquility that never ends
© TCAnderson 3/25/05 Marrakech March 31 Love MagicLove Magic
I seek © TCAnderson 12/18/03 Muscat The Night You Left MeWhere did you go?
I felt your warmth so near Palpably seeping from your body with each heart beat into mine only beams of the poet's moon teased their way between us a mysterious gravitational force pulling me even closer to you making me crave you like some syrupy desire
I laid awake in the dark wondering where you were recalling the smooth intricacies of your voice your crooked smile your tender fingers intertwined with mine staring into your absent gaze still sensing your suffocating presence hovering in the light spring air until the appearance of the Marrakech sun
© TC Anderson 3/22/05 Marrakech Peppers and SpiceYou arch over me dauntingly, intellectually instigating my desire for a secret portal through the ethers by which to connect your succulent essence with my own soak into myself your voluptuous cinnamon warmth your sweet paprika effervescence your hot peppercorn kisses barely brushing against my lips like the petals of fresh rosebuds on my cheek your breath - a soft chocolate caress licking my neck whispering my name a low flame - insistent, yet elusive leaving me panting for more your magnificent thoughts taunting red corpuscles to a rapid boil only to reduce my passion to an elaborate simmer
I am sure to caramelize and combust within the full immersion of your delectable embrace when finally we meet and blend the two halves of our aching hearts © TC Anderson 2/20/05 Casablanca Tea Ceremonies and EventideYour words make me wonder who cares for you, takes care of you, makes you tea in the evening when the sky grows dark, cold, and heavy with events of the day that yearn to be lain aside as the grass prepares to slumber
who boils the water that promises to give so much despite its purity who sifts through the petals that carry longing, love and destiny in their every fiber who tends to the vapor filled pot that holds the secrets of the universe and nature's vibrancy to be transferred to your spirit from the sacrifice of the earth who stirs your soul in winter and warms your heart and hearth who transforms your weariness to comfort and your wishes into dreams fulfilled who follows your every thought with interest and that special insight that only loved ones possess who subtly pours moments of innocence and kindness into your loving cup who blows soft ripples across the fluids of your life restoring your joy © TCAnderson 1/17/05 Casablanca Retinal Burnmmm - those eyes! those gentle hazel Marrakech surprise they hide a sable fire as their prize that even silver moonlight can't disguise
mmm - those eyes! does their fragile beauty cover up dark secrets or sweet lies? their ardent inquiescence evokes eloquent, deep sighs as they crinkle, dance and speak my name they mysteriously tantalize
mmm - those eyes! those hungry, gaping doorways raise my spirits to newfound highs they shimmer in the orange grove like a brilliant, gold sunrise their ferocious, ancient laughter cannot help but mesmerize
mmm - those eyes! they breathe a cosmic magic into the sparkling midnight skies reciting poems of timeless verses that profoundly hypnotize birthing steamy supernovas of fervent hope that never dies fueled by sacred Berber music, sweet couscous, and tribal ties ablaze - they stream forth promises that never fail to realize
mmm - those eyes! an endless letter to my soul my mind yearns to analyze an intimate harangue in silence my heart has come to recognize how did those fiery diamonds ever learn to be so wise? © TCAnderson 3/19/05 Marrakech |
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