When Intimacy Is Past Poem by Gert Strydom

When intimacy, the body’s bliss
is past, as is the last kiss
while you against me fulfilled sleep
some feelings linger and others remain very deep.

There is something more than to touch, to see,
something more than mere intimacy
something that comes unseen
that changes us from what we have been.

A kind of determination, call it principle,
a thing surer than the mere human will,
a kind of devotion that stays true
in everything that we do.

It has a kind of nobleness that in our lives does fit,
if it is not love, then I do not really know it.