And although I am – 

An unlearned,  ignorant man, 

I have somehow come to know, 

The beauty that exists, 

In  the twitches of her body,

As she lingers in half-sleep,

In this  pale,  lamplight,

That casts upon her, 

Both darkness and shade. 

In these undisturbed moments, 

There are but three things, 

Only three – 

There is her, 

The shadows, 

And me. 

Kevin Brown © 03.12.2016

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