He knows somewhere
she knows his name
she knows the width of his
scarred knuckles the power
in those brown shoulders
freckled by the sun
his charm a blade
so sharp she knows the scent
of his warm body
in the early hours and the deep
vibration of his voice
in the dark snapping her back
from her dreams
in the silence before midnight
when she feigns sleep
and she knows better
than to answer
his question with the truth
so she says Nothing
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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