The Room Was Brightly Lit With The Sun Streaming In Poem by Gert Strydom

(after Stephen Watson)

Afterwards we both were dazed on a natural high,
where your lovely body did cling to mine
as if the act of making love did not want to separate us,
your brown-green eyes were filled with specs,
with a blush your face were filled with happiness
and your smile was full of joy and tranquillity
while the moment lingered as if it would not past,
the room was brightly lit with the sun streaming in
with the wind only touching every now and then
the curtains stirring them and leaving them,
and the smell of making love was everywhere
was like that of rain that had fallen on the earth.

It was another sweltering hot summer day
with only a slight wind coming from the beach
with the sun scorching down in a cobalt sky
which is ordinary for Scottburgh,
at the very edge of Africa on the ocean
where in the late afternoon the sun was high,
and unusual for this December holiday time everything was quiet
with only a car passing every now and then outside,

Young people laughed at the swimming pool below the apartment,
we heard the splashing of someone making a bomb,
doves did coo their love songs in the big old tree
and your skin was as smooth as silk and soft against me
where we were part of our own little world in the bedroom
but also a part of the bigger world out side, which ran to the beach
with every small sound that the light breeze did carry to us
as if we both were everywhere and also just right there
but this room, this very moment,
made us aware love will never be as right here
in this place where we were living,

where I am now only reliving memories
of days which are running months back
but which will come again on another holiday
as the normal ancient rite of people that love each other
where I have longed to be carefree
as that time on holiday at the sea.

[Reference:"9. Another Space" by Stephen Watson.]