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
me,
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
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, from "Raw With Love"
About Me
- Iknowaboutpopular
- I enjoy ice water with lemon, negotiations, love songs, cold cereal, rock star parking spaces, making people pretty, old favorites, comfy jammies, peonies, sexy restaurants, Sunday NYTimes, constant friends and gardeners, secret trysts, singing, dancing, retail therapy, late night talks, Damien Rice, “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening”, brunching with friends, good coffee, sad songs, home movies, PBS, moments alone, holidays, good news, a homemade blanket, sole control of the arm rest, fresh breath, touchable clothes, road trips, e.e.cummings, the first snow, giggling, French cuisine, hearing a good story, telling a good story, living a good story, comfort of lips you know, farmers markets, little things, laughing till your sides hurt, new magazines, books you can't put down, Cafe Rio Salad, schmancy hotels, surprises, 400+thread count sheets, new car smell, text messages, haiku, crocodile tears, raspberry ice tea, DVR, cookie dough ice cream, women of substance, May flowers, Summer rains, Autumn leaves, perfect snowflakes, witty banter, flip-flops, alliteration, fountain drinks, men in expensive suits, holding hands and getting slammed against walls in the best possible way.
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