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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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