A terzanelle to an island girl

On a island beach beguiling
I have met a lady by the water caressed,
slender, tiger eyed and smiling

with a warmth not guessed,
nobility moulded into every speck.
I have met a lady by the water caressed,

duskily from toe to neck,
with eyes burning into my heart,
nobility moulded into every speck,

awaking passion in every part,
as an image of charming glory
with eyes burning into my heart,

talking their own story
at our rendezvous
as an image of charming glory.

Girl, I met you
on a island beach beguiling
at our rendezvous
slender, tiger eyed and smiling.

[References: Les Fleurs du Mal: To a Colonial Lady by Charles Pierre Baudelaire. To a Colonial Lady by Roy Campbell.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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