When That Moment Comes [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

When that moment comes
you do fold open like a flower
when your clothes fall at your feet
and with your beauty I am astounded

when energy
and the yearning does tremble right through us
your eyes do scraping glitter like emery
while everything is bound to that moment
and everything that we are and want to be

do find fulfilment
when passion, the being together does bind us,
while ecstasy does come to a climax
and we do bind with each other.