Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

This Morning [2]


This morning like every other one
You touch here and there in your preparations
And outside a myriad of sparrows fly past
When you put on the light and sleepy I open my eyes.

After a hot bath you comb your long hair
And you blush your cheeks and your lips get a bit of red
And in your bath water the tiredness of my body disappears
And to me even without makeup you are lovely.

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
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