Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Some Mornings


Some mornings I hear doves coming down fluttering outside
and its as if long moments are lingering between us,
it’s as if sleep is stretching out
and I am lost in each breath and the contours of your body.

Submitted: Friday, October 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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