Kurt Philip Behm

She Waits

Death sleeps in my bed

a lover untouched

Betrothed to my longing

a virgin as such

She waits for a signal

as time closes in

To open her wings

— and fly me to Him

 

(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)

 

 

Censored To Oblivion

 

The half cost of silence

is still overpriced

Each question unspoken

a chasm for vice

 

When blind to the moment

all vision exhausts

Each voice that is muted

— its own holocaust

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)