Outside There's A Brigade Poem by Gert Strydom

Outside there's a brigade
of yellow umbrellas in the sun,
covering the white-brown beach

and on the bed you lay just out of reach,
sleeping with a innocence
that lies about our intimate acts

and on the wall I watch a line of small ants
running past on their own tracks
before you turn and reach out to me

and I feel your heart beating
while one of your breasts
are pressed against my face

and know that my goddess is awake
and just now we will shower together,
prepare for the day, have a great breakfast,
take some towels and make this summer
sun and sea our very own.