Elegy for love
Here rests on the bark
of this tree
scratched to remain,
two hearts interlinked
and filled with words in a token
of what once was love
and of oaths
made to each other.
Death did not kill it,
but relationships with others
and wild passion did.
Experiencing a string of other beautiful lovers,
with different bodies, sent, skin,
breasts, muscles and personalities were the in thing.
poem by Gert Strydom
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