From The Ashes

I’ve not forgotten you,

but I can’t remember love

as moments went unpromised,

 hours lost to wasted years

The future hiding one last spark,

 memories yet to burn

that Fall we spent in lust’s inferno

—dancing in the flames

 

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

 

Song Of Espousal

The words came as gifts

from the land of proposal,

a voice of enchantment heard far, far, away

Wrapped in the promise

of a better tomorrow,

new bows made of letters untie and defray

Although undeserved but never unwanted,

in the vanishing darkness

feelings pledge with the dawn

As thoughts await marriage, the silence has ended,

a committed engagement

—betrothed in a song

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: March, 2021)

Sincerest Form Of Shame

Plagiarism self-inflicted,

it blinds veracity

keeping us forever

in the dark

To wander in costume

as others unnamed,

 their vision

to herald and hark

In shadows of obscurity

 doubt crossing fear,

we steal

what can’t be bought

Reflecting false images

by our hand

chasing

—what can’t be caught

 

(Radnor Pennsylvania: March, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm