The wingless eagle
went to the party of the owls
with his own wisdom
Intimidating the impostors
of the night
with his past glory
Exposing the shadows
of their dark indulgence
—with a killers eye
(Stone Harbor New Jersey: January, 1992)
To Love You More
I don’t want to be the one who shies away
and loves you less
I don’t want to be the one asleep
while you’re awake
I don’t want to be the keeper of secrets
you cannot share
I don’t want to be the one you miss
—until I’m gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: August 22nd, 2020 02:23
- Category: Unclassified
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