Amazon Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Elisabeth Eybers)

Bellicose you view every fierce man
where your hand folds over the stabbing-spear,
where you hold a bow in the other hand
to later draw its string tight deadly
against everyone that rules as a weakling-tyrant
but skin-deep you still remain a woman,
where rooted in you do remember the beautiful memories,
when alone at night somewhere you do relax
in your inside burns the lust and passion,
when you know how easily you do fit into his arms and body,
where you do remember the relaxation, cherishment and touching
as in your cells yearning is hard-wired in
but firmly at night your hunting knife remains in your hand,
with other female companions you do not want to share the thought.

[Reference:"Amasone" (Amazon)by Elisabeth Eybers.]

© Gert Strydom