lying stretched out on our bed
with pyjamas clinging to you,
curtains drawn shut
and the big duvet is somewhat blue
...
I wanted to go back to my childhood days,
wanted to play with the delight of a child,
wanted to steal ripe peaches and hide them in my shirt
and I wanted to brake away from the here and now
...
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
...
I do not like the loveliest poetry,
or any kind of music better than you
and although these things are awesome to me
they do not have the ability to be true
...
You are my darling, my wife,
the one with whom I walk through life,
the one that is mine, my inspiration and hope,
the one that holds me tight against her breast
...
While your eyes
still burn in mine,
your love still yearns for me,
...
(After N. P. van Wyk Louw)
In the early evening
you were luring right against me
...
When the front door does close behind you
and the house awaits me without a sound
when some of the furniture is missing
and does leave open space and no children do laugh
...
With all of my dreams
I did love you,
do remember how you eyes look,
can gleam of happiness
...
You stay in one
of a group of shacks
on the other side
of the cleared borderline
...