Naked Joy Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Naked Joy



The days were long
The cotton was high
—laughter was all they had

The sun beating down
Their hands rubbed raw
—spirit's conjoined unclad

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)

Sunday, February 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: joy
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