forging a memento

with a hand outstretched
he approached
the warmth

more intense
as he moved nearer

fully mesmerized

closer closer
from warm
to sear

the dance
drew him
as a compulsion

he could not withdraw

the finger
so sensitive

one touch


a broken spell

it was only once
but so impassioned
the burn
some salutary news

but the fever
of the dance
just once

just once

a memento
to re-touch
through all his life

© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #25: of the unknown


2 thoughts on “forging a memento

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s