Mysterious Stranger: A Spark of Passion in a Crowded Marketplace
This electrifying poem transports you to the vibrant chaos of a bustling souk. As the narrator navigates the maze of stalls, a chance encounter ignites a spark that transcends the ordinary. A woman with captivating eyes and a touch like fire draws them in, a collision of bodies and desires amidst the sea of voices and colors. The poem captures the intensity of a fleeting connection, a taste of a forbidden passion that burns bright despite its brevity. Their kiss, a lightning bolt illuminating the darkness, leaves them breathless and suspended in a moment outside of time. As the souk fades to a distant hum, they surrender to the consuming fire of their newfound passion, a whirlwind of emotions that transcends the bounds of language. The poem ends with a bittersweet goodbye, leaving the narrator forever marked by the intensity of this fated encounter. "Encounter in the Souk" is a powerful story of love at first sight, a testament to the captivating allure of the unexpected and the enduring power of a single, unforgettable moment.
“Encounter in the Souk”
Sweat-drenched air clings to my skin –
I wander the mazy corridors of the Golden Mall,
a inebriety of scents and sounds,
a jumble of colors and textures,
a feast for the eyes.
I'm lost in the maze of stalls,
Searching for a glimpse of the elusive,
the unknown,
the unfamiliar,
her eyes lock onto mine,
a magnet,
drawing me in,
a flash of lighting coursing past my nervure.
Her skin,
warm,
golden brown,
like caramelized sugar,
smooth,
unblemished,
inviting.
Her hair,
a wild tangle of black locks,
a waterfall of night,
cascading down her back,
a clam heaven,
beckoning me closer,
closer,
until I'm drowning in the depths of her gaze.
We collide,
a crash of bodies,
a spark of friction,
like a live wire,
humming with tension.
Her fingers,
long,
slender,
wrap around mine,
a gentle,
insistent pressure,
drawing me in.
"What's your name?"
her voice a husky,
throaty purr,
like a cat in heat,
as we stand,
suspended,
in the midst of the bustling souk,
the world around us fading to black,
like a Polaroid,
developing in the flash of our minds.
" Raiin," I reply,
my voice,
low,
rough rumble,
like thunder in the distance,
as our eyes lock,
a connection,
a spark of recognition,
like two old friends,
reuniting after a lifetime apart.
Her lips,
a rosebud,
soft,
inviting,
part,
revealing a glimpse of white,
a flash of lightning,
illuminating the dark,
"I've been waiting for you, all my life,"
her words,
a gentle breeze,
stirring the embers of my heart.
We kiss,
a collision of lips,
a fusion of bodies,
like a lightning bolt,
striking,
illuminating the dark,
as the world around us,
fades to black,
like a curtain,
falling,
slowly,
slowly,
until all that remains,
is the two of us,
suspended,
in the void,
like two stars,
colliding,
in the vast expanse of space.
The souk,
a distant hum,
a background noise,
as we lose ourselves,
in the riddle of our desires,
our hearts,
a drumbeat,
pounding,
pounding,
like a primal ancient rhythm,
as we surrender,
to the moment,
to the passion,
to the fire,
that burns between us,
like a wildfire,
raging,
uncontrollable and unstoppable.
Time,
a distant memory,
we lose ourselves,
in the cyclone,
of our passion,
a tangle,
a desire,
as we chase,
the thrill of the unknown.
The souk,
a distant echo,
as we emerge,
like two swimmers,
surfacing,
from the depths of the ocean,
our hearts,
still racing,
still pounding,
like a drumbeat,
in the silence of the night.
We part,
a reluctant separation,
like two magnets,
forced apart,
as we stand,
suspended,
in the midst,
of the bustling souk,
the world around us,
slowly,
slowly,
coming back into focus,
like a photograph,
developing,
in the darkroom of our minds.
"I'll never forget you,"
her voice,
a gentle breeze,
stirring the embers of my heart,
I watch,
helpless,
she disappears,
into the crowd,
like a ghost,
vanishing into thin air.
I'm left,
standing,
alone,
in the midst of the souk,
the world around me,
a blur,
I try to process,
the intensity,
the passion,
the fire,
burned,
between us,
like a wildfire,
raging,
uncontrollable,
unstoppable,
a memory,
forever etched,
in the depths of my mind.
© 2024 Kingsley Gomes
About the Creator
Kingsley Gomes, PhD.
Professional engineer with a passion for storytelling, crafting compelling narratives that explore the human experience. Author of poetry, short stories, and inspirational articles, weaving words into emotional journeys.
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