“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 (via thechocolatebrigade)

Add yours Comments – 4

  • Jon Mills

    on November 5, 2011 at 1:02 pm

    A walk down Nostaligia lane

    There is something to be said for love lost or love moved on…

    Sometimes we forget the deep feelings of love found, the moment we see someone, the moment they enter our life, the moment we sweep them up in our arms, the longing, the intensity of newness, the ache of distance and time apart.

    But when we feel again, its like being washed over with a wave, like meeting an old friend, it powerful, welcoming, scrumptious and we want to hold on to that for as long as possible.

  • Beate

    on November 5, 2011 at 3:00 pm

    Wow – I did not know Charles Bukowski also wrote beutiful things !

  • 3tesla

    on November 7, 2011 at 11:11 pm

    That poem has a nice rhythm to it, bouncing along the tongue in a jolly way – thanks for sharing!

  • Dalbert Butcher

    on October 21, 2013 at 5:49 am

    I would like to know what is required to submit Poetry? Thanks.