While the storm outside is quieting down

Next to me you lie peaceful and quietly
while we are finding deeper meaning
and no emotion is spilled into words.
Next to me you lie peaceful and quietly
and I see your arm hairs rising
from pleasure like a tree flowering in spring
and next to me you lie peaceful and quietly
while we are finding deeper meaning.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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