Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 28,459 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

The Women With The Coin - Poem by Gert Strydom

There’s a French coin
hanging around your neck
that every now and then
catches the light
between your big breasts
and there’s something fragile
and soft in your dark brown eyes
while you pour
another glass of Adelprag.

At the candlelight dinner
you tell me about your failed life,
your previous lovers,
why you are divorced again
and begs for sympathy,
that lies deeper
than just the glass.

You say that you cannot
comprehend life
and why relationships fail
while your eyes
watches every other man
that passes by
and you try to tempt me.

You do not want to
care for your children anymore
and one is in a boarding school,
since his father is dead
and the man
that brought him up
is now out of your life
and it was a mistake
to have children.

The coin around your neck
shines every now and then
while it draws eyes
to the place
where it hangs luring
between your big breasts
that is naked with hard nipples
under your blouse.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

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