At Ballito Beach (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

At Ballito the sun burns ultraviolet,
pierce through the ocean's navy-blue,
where I have a picture of your body
and do remember that summer so very clearly.
Aquarelle is the sea and the beach painted white,
the sea is in the air; I smell it on the breeze,
where seagulls screeching roam above the sea,
while I have joyful moments with you,
exuberant a man's dog is barking,
when just like Aphrodite you come out of the water
the dog runs, jumps joyfully up and down,
for moments I am speechless with my goddess,
when we swim the water is both hot and cold,
what happens between us is ages-old and brand new.
© Gert Strydom