I want to take you in for the woman and human that you are
because moments with you do carry meaning to me.
You laugh and swallow me with your green-brown eyes,
cause all kinds of metaphors to start in my words,
to me you are a stranger but are own to me,
where you are cutting food for tasty dishes for us,
at night in the winter's chilliness do lie spooned against me,
do want me intimately as a part of you.
© Gert Strydom
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