Habit (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

You let my cup overflow with joy and happiness
where I am coming to you on this pilgrimage,
do feel the prayer beads of your fingers and knuckles,
do want to pour out my being, body, soul and spirit
intimately deep into your fleshy font
where light does stream from the lead-glass windows of your eyes
and to love and fulfilment I feel called
as if without you and you around me
I am always thirsty, hungry and am going to stay naked eternally
as if the stars, the earth and moon looks drunk,
as if everything does decline into meaninglessness and insignificance
if I cannot look through your eyes, your heart and spirit,
as from my existence I do have affection for you hardwired,
burning unwavering in me.