Raw With Love

I spent the better part of my afternoon in a crummy mood and upon wiki-ing Charles Bukowski I discovered a little piece of his poem Raw With Love. Quite wonderful when you're feelin' a little pissy towards the one you love. Kisses, records, books, coffee, arms, legs --- sigh --- I really miss my boyfriend.

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.