Kurt Philip Behm

Minus Thine

Hanging like a scapular,

your memory haunts my dreams

 

You clothe my thoughts in joyous warmth

my lonely voice to scream…

 

“I live inside your shadowed love

afraid new suns will shine

 

“The darkness my heart yearns to keep,

 all new light—minus thine”

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)