Just before I want to drive <br />through the portcullis at work, <br />you phone me <br />and I have to stop <br />to hear <br />what’s on you mind. <br /> <br />The roar of the motorbike <br />makes that I must listen well <br />to hear what you say <br />and you want to go to Toni’s <br />and I wonder if you know <br />where the new precise are? <br /> <br />I have just cut through the traffic <br />and parked my bike beyond the house <br />when you stop at the front gate <br />and the barking of the dog’s tell me <br />to catch some speed. <br /> <br />The afternoon sky is clear and bright blue <br />and its still hot afternoon <br />and I give you a nice kiss <br />through the car door <br />that you open for me. <br /> <br />You are very early <br />and had left early at work <br />and the watering <br />of the vegetable garden, <br />have to wait till later <br />and there’s magic <br />in your smile <br /> <br />At Toni’s which now <br />is just beyond chamberlain’s <br />small lamps are already burning <br />and although we arrive without a booking, <br />a table is quickly <br />given to us. <br /> <br />The evening is romantic and peaceful <br />that’s much better than just nice <br />while the sun slowly sets <br />and your eyes <br />glitter and shine with the lamps. <br /> <br />I wish I could drag hours out <br />like this with you <br />and throw a bit of <br />balsamic vinegar in my plate <br />while the calamata olives <br />and pizza <br />taste heavenly <br />and you <br />and the sweet desert <br />with a cup of strong coffee <br />make the evening special for me.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-toni-s/
