Marrakesh Red

We met in the square.
You wore a Marrakesh
red fez, and bargained
for my heart, and I
for your soul.

You were my storyteller
and I,
your snake charmer.

The twists and turns
of old roads brought
us to this dusty rest stop.
The grit between our teeth
was palatable.

You may
have loaded the gun
but it was I, with my
blood tipped finger
who pulled the trigger,
Lover.

Reviews

[外人 (Gaiji..]

Few verses, so much behind them ! Still trying to recolect everything in my mind !
Great job, the poem is obviously well written !
The TwisTs and Turns, the alliteration caught my attention.
I am pretty sure there's a very deep meaning behind the "farwest" style story (probably an intriguing modern version of Cupid, where guns take the place of the bow and arrow) but it's 1 a.m. so my brain is already sleeping xD

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much for your thoughtful review. Now-go and get some sleep!

[外人 (Gaijin)]

done =D

[Pete Langley]

I love the wit of this piece. It gives real lift to a different slant on a love affair. P.

[icelandicblue]

Hi Pete-Glad you liked it. Love can be dangerous.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Awesome write with a vast imagination to explore :) love every words in this piece. brilliant writing.

[icelandicblue]

Marc- your words are beyond kind, thank you.

[R. L. Ives]

Snake-skin boots meets red fez only this time she's bargaining in the markets of Morocco. Not sure why these two come together in my head, lol.

[icelandicblue]

Ha- two poems meeting, I like that!

[quinfinn]

this is palpable and eerily real. astonishing use of words and brilliant metaphor and that last line...the word "lover" cinches the whole deal. awesome write!

[icelandicblue]

Thanks quinfinn-I'm happy that you liked the ending. It was fun to write.