Kim Keith Poems

There is a meditational silence
just before dawn
that draws me in, beckoning
reflections of what lies beyond
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You and I fill the uncomfortable silence with small talk;
can’t seem to reach beyond the superficial.
Let’s try to break bricks and bread and enjoy what little we have.
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Inky swirls on lavender paper sealed with her desire,
a spritz of perfume, and her favorite fire engine lip-prints
torn into a lover’s puzzle by uninterested hands.
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