knows you

knows you

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Pic by Big Cat

the wind knows you,
boy, the hidden
parting of your hair,
the scar on your knee,
how you watch
rivetted to those
hems,
the wind knows you,
girl, how you smudge
that smile across the
boys’ eyes and hide
it back under your
flackering hair, and
how it lifts at your
knees, lifts the skirt
under your giggling
hand, cold
on the thigh,
the wind knows
you back to front
and from the out
to the inside,
don’t doubt it.
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