Only My Words Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

I'm now covered in dirt,
but the words are still clean

A vision half dried,
their stains running deep

The sinners and saints,
arm in arm at the bar

Each infection they share,
- - tonight's hookup and score

Meaningless excuses,
all scandal affirmed

My bed made with sheets,
from a brothel once scorned

And as I lie in the shadows,
with my soul partly damp

My words are set free,
- - to the heavens now stamped

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)