Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

No Kiss On the Mouth

The hooker had saved a piece of herself,
a part kept new not old

As pure and pristine as a fresh running stream,
never bartered, never sold

The johns came and went, the money got spent,
each trick relined with pain 

But in one sacred place, her past is erased
—where sun blocks out the rain

(The New Room: December, 2021)

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Jeannie Cronin December 2, 2021 at 10:49 AM I see a pattern emerging Kurt Philip Behm December 2, 2021 at 11:14 AM Thanks Jeannie. If you do a search here, you'll find thousands from me. I'm also on 12 other sites. If you google my whole name...Kurt Philip Behm, you can see all of the books on Amazon and B&N that I've written. Thanks again Kurt