Last Light

Kevin Brown Poetry

​These dim lights,

Flicker across her face -

Giving way to all,

Her little nuances,

Her subtle smiles,

And expressions -

Anger, hurt,

Love or laughter,

It bathes her,

In a certain shade

Of perfection,

As she runs hands -

Through tied back hair,

Removed from her face,

Like her makeup,

The side I alone get to see.

She knows not

That as she reads -

In dim light,

I see her more clearly,

Than she sees herself.

Kevin Brown © 14.08.2016

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