rough love

suddenly
the sun comes
burning down

suddenly
it’s summer

the mystery of a cloud
has disappeared
inside itself

the wonder of rain
turned into a question

I can see the breeze
is still moving leaves

I see them shiver
as it rustles them
blowing by

but no breathy kiss
for me

not from the wind

no kiss for me

not from the rain

just a violent grasp
from a roughshod lover
a violent sear
from the sun

a baking bed
and heat
oh
I can’t bear it

he keeps me
too close

he holds me
too long

he is rough love

my sun comes
only to burn me


© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #23: climbers rescued

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