In Our Room Poem by Gert Strydom

In our room I lie close to you on my left side
while the moonlight falls yellow-gold through the window,
the dancing lace-curtain lets the evening wind in,

in the distance a train rattles past rumbling,
still further at the horizon a thunder does report
when your sleep starts soft sweet with your equal breathing

and you are the picture of beauty to me:
streched out I see the nightdress falling from your upper body
and I realise that I love you because of the person that you are,

rhythmical your heart beats while this peaceful moment does remain,
cosily you are but also uncovered but wonderful above all things
and this exceptional moment with you feels far too short

when you do pull me closer in your arms.

© Gert Strydom