About Our Love Poem by Gert Strydom

That love simultaneously let you rise
and fall,
plane your humanity
and grind on you

to something bigger than when you were alone,
like ginger beer yeasted in me
till you left your mark
and it went to full meaning.

Like the sun which can stroke and burn
somewhere between Eden and the desert,
love required that we give and take
and we were bound hand to hand.

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Somewhere between the pleasure and deeper pain
the healing and growth appeared
we were independent and still one,
bounded together by an invisible line.