A season out of time

I watch you turn around
under a electric sun
and your golden body shines
while you are slowly
turning gold

and both breasts
rise up and down
like little hills
at a out of season time
and outside the winter rain chills

and later I rub
more lotion on your back
and you yawn
when I am done
and your auburn hair
lie in strings

and to me
the sun bed looks like
a torturing rack
but your body smells
like summer
and there’s a smile
on your lovely face

and every thing is peaceful
as if all our worries are gone
and I watch you
turning brown all over

and it’s great to be together
and to at last live as one
and it’s as if
in this winter
I have come upon
a season out of time.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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