To A Very Special Girl Poem by Gert Strydom

Making love
should come naturally,
should be something of passion,
filled with romance

and there should be stars in your eyes,
while they smoulder with lust,
a sweet kind of serenity gracing your pretty face

with a soft burning candle or two
and some soft music playing
but with you my love

I am like a survivor
from a sunken ship,
clutching at driftwood
while the storm
is still gathering in force

and your petite body entices me
leaving me swept out
on a new beach
with eyes clutched shut
after almost drowning

which I still have to explore
to map it in my mind,
to find all the secret spots
and while the night passes
far too quickly
you are torn from me
by time and circumstance

and I see your eyes
glittering big in the flare
of a cigarette
and your smell
and that of the cigarette
fills my head, my heart

while your skirt unnoticed by you,
hinge up a perfect leg
and the litheness
of your slender body
is etched against the night sky.