Jemaa El-Fnaa - Morocco

hold still, eventide ... I am a capricious cad among wraiths, waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars as they drip with waxy and wild wonder, into the braids of my maudlin noose, tightening jangling, dangling ... rose gold anklets, (wrapped 'round leggy perfection), shimmer their hammered facets, kicking smoke into toroidal hoops with raw regard while they spin, table-top, to a Chaabi chant candles waving their flames to beckon the darkness close ... notes from a punji weave mystery thru the heavy heat, Henna-striped hands cradling a bottle, jade green, as the white flowers gush their cold, gold bounty down a curvy thigh wetly wrapping an unblemished capuccino calf, Perrier-Jouët trickles off tender toes to plop, warm, on my tantalized tongue I kiss the fuchsia-daubed nails to show proper veneration, then spin back to the murky music, mop-handle lover in tow down to the spinning tie-dyed rugs and pillows, I surrender all to the callow flesh there, wanting ... willing her hair and hide and ebon eyes dark as delirium, while the brass-headed snake-of-a-hookah waits for a kiss long draws bring dizzy dreams and hypnotic swirls from the lamp, aromas and an opiate nirvana coiling around my cares lost as a lamb, to soft skin ... and sweet smoke. ( Jemaa el-Fnaa Square in Marrakesh is one of the most active and exciting places on earth, with exotic foods, snake-charmers, clothes and antique vendors, magicians, dancers, haqle or street theater, storytellers, acrobats, musicians, comedians, water sellers, tattoo artists, carnival acts, even organ-grinders with monkeys, and yes, opium and hashish traders. It has remained largely the same for over a thousand years, and is indeed an important part of history, declared by UNESCO as a "Masterpiece of World Heritage" - if you're ever in Morocco, it is a MUST-see! )