PROXIMITY, BABE by Kevin M. Hibshman

Simple restraint shining.
A warmth that penetrates my skin.
Relaxed conversation.
Easy speech yet so much flavor in your choice of words.
Heady yet tasteful like a fine wine I long to drink in.
When my thoughts begin to stabilize, I look back upon our life,
unhurried, breathing contentment in slow, welcome breaths.
It was always good to have you near.
I need to feel those comforting moments hovering over me once again.


Kevin M. Hibshman has had his poetry, prose, reviews and collages published around the world.
He has edited his own poetry journal, FEARLESS for the past thirty years. He has authored sixteen chapbooks, including Incessant Shining (2011, Alternating Current Press).His latest books: Cease To Destroy, Just Another Small Town Story , The Mirror Masks Nothing, and Lost Within The Garden Of Heathens both co-authored books with John Patrick Robbins published by Whiskey City Press, are now available on AMAZON.

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