A Torrent Of Words Poem by Gert Strydom

In the twilight of the bedroom
you walked up right against me
where I sat on the edge of the bed
and the towel did fall away from you
when you sat down on my lap
and did wrap your arms around my neck

when together we did enter into a new summer
and you did become the fruitful earth
into which the seed did fall.

Your mouth were sweet like yellow hanepoot-grapes
that was baked in the sun
the nipples on your breasts did taste like peaches
that does come with the last part of summer

and moments were an eternity
that now through the years do still linger
in the dark words of the hurting and pain
and in the bright beautiful things
that I do remember with a torrent of words:

Together we did experience the days up to the horizons
in a almost godly summers together in the sun
where those summers were only yours and mine,
while in the garden as if in Eden we tended our flowers
in happiness life was extremely real

and I do know how sincere and dedicated our love still is,
words remain unsaid where such words are unnecessary,
with the playing-off of love between you and me
and this is the song of your days
like I do exist with you.
© Gert Strydom