Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 27,137 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

My Darling’s Arm Lies Over Me - Poem by Gert Strydom

My darling’s arm lies over me
and it’s as if the silence
gets a deeper new meaning.

I lie on my back and she on her side
and our heads touch hot
against each other and forever
I can stay like this against her.

I feel her breath softly
blowing against my ear
and there’s intimacy
with her hand
clinging to my breast
and the sun is already high.

Outside there’s blue air
coming through the window
and she sleeps peaceful
and the light wind
jerks and jerks leaves
of the potato trees
and there’s a cool breeze
intruding through the open window
into the room
and I lightly
stroke her soft back.

It’s nice to lie together
in bed on a Sunday morning
and to have you’re darling
lying against you
and her toes that stick out small
from under the duvet
is perfect in form and size
like those of the first woman
and her womanly beauty
pervades me strongly
while she sleeps on unaware
and I see a big pink-brown nipple
rising up and down while she breaths
and like a photograph
it’s framed into my mind.

My darling’s arm lies over me
and it’s as if the silence
that stretches out long
gets a deeper new meaning.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2009

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