In Gordon bay

There’s a light breeze blowing
and the waves
have white horses,
where they splash on the beach.

I can smell the freshness
of the sea
and hear it breaking
and breathing,
on the other side
of the street.

The chef is frying
some sea-pike on an open grill
and is chilling
a bottle of JC Le Roux champagne.

The sun is falling hot
next to the cold blue pool
and your body shines,
from the sun tan lotion
and you tan reading a book.

I splash into the pool
and you look up annoyed
for a moment,
before you slip into the water.

I feel free with you with me
and even the beach
and the sea
can wait for a better day
and everything is really great.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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