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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Loved the last two lines “my sun comes only to burn me ” sums up the underlying emotion of the whole poem.
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