The enigma of a woman rests
  in what you’ll never know

Despite those things she gives to you,
  her secrets bide unshown

Your eyes may taste and hands might touch,
  but to herself alone

Her power worn as though a crown,
 —her mystery, her throne

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm

Longtime writer with eleven books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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