Last night your skin <br />was warm and soft <br />and I could feel your breath <br />against my cheek. <br /> <br />The winter wind <br />was rattling the roof <br />and sand was blown against the window <br />like a burst of rain. <br /> <br />Somewhere a neighbours’ dog howled <br />at the moon and I could hear, <br />the big old avo tree <br />whipping on the roof. <br /> <br />Every now and then <br />a avo fell with a bang <br />against the roof, <br />but you slept on. <br /> <br />The big bed was hot <br />and fire flamed in my blood <br />and as you twisted and turned <br />to sleep on, <br />your scent filled my head.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-50/
