The Journey Poem by Gert Strydom

I remember you the first time
stripped from every piece of clothing,
with your sun’s burning into my soul,
leading me to the bed
my with a hand.

Like a landscape
with mountains pointing peaking,
a meadow over your stomach
and a magic valley
to which I dare it like an explorer
and glide in to get relief
(in the need that chases us)
and how your expression changes
and you kiss with open eyes
and you tuned to me.

I remember the first time
that you call out in passion
and that I see pleasure on your face
and I am in a dark cave
that cuddles me loving
and we are one in spirit, body and soul
in a struggle against loneliness

and the rain falling outside,
the thunder that sound everywhere,
the wind that jerks the window
happens in another world
and we are on our own journey

while I press myself deeper into you,
I feel you stiffen,
I become beating,
my whole body burns
and seed are injected into your depths.

[Reference: die reis by Breyten Breytenbach.]