I Do Remember The Holiday (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Dearly I do remember the holiday at the ocean,
how you and I at times where with other single,
also how with the children at times we did mingle
also each day, each aspect and each true emotion:

the open beaches with no kind of unruly commotion,
just a little bit of small shells and bits of tiny shingle,
a bell for worshipers of another god that did jingle,
the water sweeping in and out in its endless motion

but best of all the expressions on your face and brow,
how in every swimming costume you were elegent,
how your whole body did of the sun constantly glow
while we did the best moments with each other spent
and I now realize that no other better time I do know
where we were intimate, close and also quite innocent.

© Gert Strydom