​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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