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The Things I Know Well
These are the things I know well.
Silence in a dim room, the stillness
of contentment or companionship.
Individuality in togetherness, silver slivers
of sleep next to a soft-smelling body.
Quiet laughs, beauty and exasperation and
crisp white sheets; aching and longing
and storybook magic in a touch.
I know your mind and body, and I presume
to your heart, most I know is your secret,
but secrets are notorious gossips, and I know it
best of all.
I know the wheezing and sudden unexpected clarity
of a bright girl’s rickety grand,
the sliding loveliness
of music and the dense darkness
of your beloved film.
I know my words in your mouth, colored like daylight
in your voice, our amalgam.
I know the way they taste on your tongue
when you feed them back to me, a creator’s
phrase gone and come back different, sharp sweet and
dancing with the twist of your interpretation.
I know the abrading flavor of caramel,
how it leaves your mouth burnt sweet
and heady to kiss. I remember from those dreams
I have had a thousand times over,
from the midnight sun streaming through a
pitch black window.
I know you,
your laugh, taste, smile,
the way you cry and the colors you make
of your voice and pianist fingers and me.
I know what you won’t let out and can’t let in,
I know I am the one that got through anyway.
I know these and every facet of you,
better than I know mine own,
but alright, because you know me like I know you,
and I know the music you make of
your knowledge in all the colors
of light and the taste of caramel
and mint mixed in two mouths.
These are the things I know well.
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