You lay naked on the bed

You lay naked on the bed,
stretched out on your back,
with the room’s window open wide

as if you are trying to catch the breeze,
while the sun is touching the mountain top
the last time in the late afternoon

and I see your breasts moving up and down
while you breathe, where you lay with legs wide open
where sunlight is falling on the little hairs

totally unaware of your shame,
so as if you are only a little girl
while you sleep on

and I draw a light coverlet over you,
before the dusk catches you
with a sudden chilliness.

poem by Gert Strydom
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