I know how you take your tea,
I know how you dance.
I know that look that says you want me
to be serious for one moment.
I know your lips softly open in your sleeping,
your dream-twitching, and your snores.
I know you soaked through with summer rain,
stood in the porch, and smiling,
split bags still in your hands.
I know your crying, I know your loss.
I know how your body moves
when you fuck. I know how you look from every angle.
I know you, I have known you,
and you know. I know.
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