Thursday, 10 July 2014

I will remember the kisses 

our lips raw with love 

and how you gave me 

everything you had 
and how I 
offered you what was left of 
and I will remember your small room 
the feel of you 
the light in the window 
your records 
your books 
our morning coffee 
our noons our nights 
our bodies spilled together 
the tiny flowing currents 
immediate and forever 
your leg my leg 
your arm my arm 
your smile and the warmth 
of you 
who made me laugh 
— Charles Bukowski