Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Her face held
no memory
Her body
no past
The light trapped
within her
As first comes
— to last
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
All artists are frauds
most deservedly so
Escaping themselves
into something unknown
Their costumes transform
always trying to hide
The...
We were in love
but never at peace
Starving together
— choking the feast
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Not the painting
or the sculpture
Not the music
or dance
But the process
leading up to
Their beauty
— enhanced
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)