Linda McCauley Freeman – Knowing

June 30, 2014 | By | Reply More

I know you in the dark
can feel your body
without tracing
the curve of your inhale
as it sails through your belly
to bended knees
blows against your toes
tucked under the blanket
then springs back up and out
muffled by the pillow
you keep over your head
instead of under it.

This knowing has grown inside me
not like knowing you love
to fish or hate
or will never remember
to close a cupboard.

But this knowing–
your breath
next to me
in the dark.


Category: Knowing, Poetry, When Women Waken Literary Journal

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