You Sit With Legs Spread Wide On The Floor Poem by Gert Strydom

You sit with legs spread wide on the floor
while laser disks are strewn all around you,
where you are searching for a song
which you do hanker after,
in music you want to find a deeper meaning
and through the open window the wind blows
so that your hear do conceal part of your face,
you are forced to move your head
and when I draw you to your feet
there are small demons dancing in your eyes
when your soft lips
do burn full of promises on mine.