hammer love

the hammer swings
sharp
metal kiss

hard and blunt
the smiter

the anvil weeps
but a kiss
is still a kiss

woe comes
when a caress
speaks its heart
in such un-gentleness

yes
there is sorrow
enough for all of us
in this love


© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #19: axe bound

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