The Nude Swim (Rondine) Poem by Gert Strydom

We both lost our loneliness completely
as we were drifting extremely nude,
touching lips was only the prelude
as we were drifting in the endless sea
in each other we found tranquillity,
while a negative kind of attitude
we both lost.

From all kinds of previous bonds we were free,
together some business we did conclude
but our emotions were more than gratitude,
our feelings and our sensibility,
we both lost…