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Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
A star exploded before me
its dying life seeped tendrils
out
so far
it reached my earthly eyes.
The heat from its extinction
burned me
like a melting candle I seeped
between
the floorboards
dripping hardened
wax onto your face.
staining both wood
and carpet below.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
Once I thought I'd seen a butterfly
I watched its wings

touch and gape
touch and gape
touch and
fall

like a dying star
I witnessed its fall
swallowed by an ocean
coloured by the receding sun.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
From the time when the sun peaked behind the clouds
Or when my heart took its first beat,
When the root broke through its hard enclosure
To sprout from its nest,
I always knew I loved you
You always knew I cared.
Our hearts never strayed
You and I are one in the same.

When the last star flickers out
Blown into nothing by God’s own lips
And the last tree is stripped, its roots ripped from the ground
You and I shall still be one; our love has not yet frayed.
When the last leaf blows across the ground until it turns to dust,
My love for you shall be as strong, before beginning had a name.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
Should I be perplexed
Exactly what is it that you expect?
Should I have lavished you with flattery
spilled upon you insincerity
is that all you wanted from me?
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
Because with you there is only suspision.
You may be smiling-your voice as sweet as honey-
the breath from words reminiscint of honey suckle
hanging motionless in the still summer's air
but that smile stops short of your eyes
the honey laced with laudanum
and within the core of summer's flower lays a deadly wasp in waiting.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
As if the time were slow like molasses easing slowly from its cage
And patience still was weighted by love and loss and experiences made.
As if love were something frequently found
And kept
In step with intentions,
Then time with you would be so very easy,
And love would be something no longer spurned.
Kimberly Brown Jun 2013
When it gets to be too much
When the ache in one’s chest becomes a pounding throb
And every breath becomes a chore of monumental effort
Remember that life goes on
That life wont be as hard
And pain from disappointment & regret will eventually pass
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