Wrong Fragments of Raw with Love


I 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 me.
and I remember our small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
my books
our morning coffee
our noons and nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
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 again.

Charles Bukowski

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your hand in mine

.:your hand in mine:.

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2 Responses to “Wrong Fragments of Raw with Love”

  1. meiro Says:

    A very clear disclosure.

    Thanks for sharing.

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