Evening Conversation Poem by Gert Strydom

Never has a peaceful silence been between us,
intimate body language
has never said so many things
with the beautiful curve
of your breasts surging
while the night stretches into darkness,
with your two eyes shining like burning objects
and do anew create new desires in me
and it feels as if this time can last eternally,
as if everything just did come
to this moment, this single hour
as the peak of existence, the peak between life and death
while in passion are catching a mere moment
to which your moans and cries does hang.