The Fire They Share

Kurt Philip Behm

There are types of young love

 that must be broken apart

 

For either or both lovers

 to survive

 

Like alcohol to the inferno

 their temperature gets hotter

 

Until nothing is left to share

 except scorched remains

 

With no net to catch them

 they fall into each other

 

Tumbling and hurling

 like a flaming ball

 

A hunger unsated

 devouring their passion

 

Their souls trapped and burning

  —in the fire they share

 

(Westborough Massachusetts: April, 2018)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 3rd, 2018 18:08
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  • Laura🌻

    Kurt,
    A fine truthful and realistic write! Have been tumbled and hurled a few times! Painful indeed!

    ~Laura~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Yes, I think we all have. I once asked the great Mississippi Blues
      Man, Son House, what 'Soul' was regarding music. He answered
      me....

      "Kirk, you can't have no soul till you been hurt by a woman."

      That was 47 years ago. I didn't even mind him calling me Kirk.

      Still true today.

      Thanks

      Kurt

      • Laura🌻

        He was spot on...
        And let’s not forget the reverse...

        It’s definitely still true today!

        It sounds like he was a fascinating man...to say the least! I would have loved to have been at one of his live performances!

        Did you meet him at one of his live performances?



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