Haunted In Morocco
By Tiffany Hood-Acolatse
*Third Place Winner of the Eber and Wein Publishing 2014 National Amateur Poetry Competition
In Aourir, shameful, I await.
Haunted by candid visions
Of you in my wake.
The darkened, cascade of mountains, as you,
Sees and breathes our past unity;
And I cringe that you will appear here, again, before me.
Last night, I wanted to dance
To the sounds of my American beats.
But they were not as sweet as your Moroccan melodies.
I was without you at the heady souk today.
Seeking the scents and pleasures of you,
Once aimed to abandon, but now faced.
The hijab contouring the cocoa-lining of my face,
Cannot hide my intensive pain
In knowing that I am insane for loving you.
Is there no genie in a bottle that can explain,
That what I feel inside, for you, has not a name?
I will wait by the Atlantic, in Aourir.
Or meet you back in mystic Agadir
Because I am pained that I had to leave.
(Souk in Aourir-Photo Credit: www.immobilier-agadir-ananda.com )