We Sat Near The Steps (Cavatina) Poem by Gert Strydom

We Sat Near The Steps (Cavatina)



We sat near the steps of the porch with your hand
touching my own
your eyes sparkled like those of a wildcat;
I have not known
a glance as sweet as a lingering kiss,
saw a small frown
creasing your brow against the bright hot sun
while just being with you were the greatest fun.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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