Gert Strydom Poems

You did become flesh of my flesh,
spirit of my spirit
as you are in the deepest part of me
and I want it never to be different
...

Every breath, every heartbeat of you
are known to me,
even how you stretch yourself out over the bed
in moments that linger and linger.
...

You did become flesh of my flesh,
spirit of my spirit
as you are in the deepest part of me
and I want it never to be different
...

Every breath, every heartbeat of you
are known to me,
even how you stretch yourself out over the bed
in moments that linger and linger.
...

You did become flesh of my flesh,
spirit of my spirit
as you are in the deepest part of me
and I want it never to be different
...

When the spring rain pours down
it seems as if the road does exude
a glorious cloud
...

In spring I long
for the autumn’s stretched out afternoons
when leaves fall and fall
almost secretive to the earth.
...

There is a known cosiness
where you do lie right against me,
a kind of nurturing while we do sleep
as if even you unawareness
...

Some mornings I hear doves coming down fluttering outside
and its as if long moments are lingering between us,
it’s as if sleep is stretching out
and I am lost in each breath and the contours of your body.
...

where you do lie right against me,
a kind of nurturing while we do sleep
as if even you unawareness
does say secret things to me.
...