I found this in my drafts from December 2010, I can’t remember what was happening in my world at the time but some things, years on, still resonate.
I want to lose myself in your streets,
walking through the bazaars
hawkers selling ful and felafel
the smell dancing on the breeze
dark eyes looking at me
smiles and whispered secrets
i’m so tempted to flirt back
Ah, the old people who have lived history
if only the language was not a barrier
maybe it’s not, their eyes tell me a story
let’s sit in this cafe and share a cup of tea,
we don’t need words when we are stitched together by humanity.
Back to the hotel, a glimpse of reality
anxious to get out again and live
kohl rimmed eyes, wanting to imitate, wanting to belong
the belly dancers jingle beckons
simple food that tastes like manna
stolen glances, shy smiles, eyes concealed by black eyelashes, enticing curiosity
the first deep breath, double apple and mint,awakening your senses
the beat of the drum lifts you up, your body moves to the beat
closer, smoke and perfume, intoxicating,
the mind, heart and body duel, who will win?