A black queer experience
I Knew
I Knew

I Knew

I saw you, and I knew.

I knew what softness looked like.

I knew what intent felt like.

It wasn’t at first sight.

It is, at every sight.

I saw you, and I knew.

I knew what lifetimes of love, looked like.

I knew what love lived, felt like.

I saw you, and I knew.

I see you, and I want to keep knowing.

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