(after Jacques Prévert)
On the table there are apples, pears and peaches in a basket,
your dress hangs over the chair, your shoes are kicked-out over the floor,
and outside it's icy as if this winter eats through everything
but in the bed it's hot and cosy between you and me,
where you and I know truly that we do live together,
while everything in the night's chilliness tranquilly do rest around us.
[Reference: "Alicante" by Jacques Prévert.]
© Gert Strydom
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