There Is No Colour Poem by Gert Strydom

There Is No Colour



There is no colour, no shade
with your body pressing against mine
on the crisp sheets, even their white
is colourless in this dark night

but bodies unite, spirits, souls
reach out for each other's
with a almost mechanical clarity
joining form and shape
and energy escapes
in moans and groans
and pleasure is reflected
on faces almost undistinguished.

Friday, March 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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