Charles Bukowski

raw with love

little dark girl with

kind eyes

when it comes time to

use the knife

I won’t flinch and

I won’t blame

you,

as I drive along the shore alone

as the palms wave,

the ugly heavy palms,

as the living do no arrive

as the dead do not leave,

I won’t blame you,

instead

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.

little dark girl with kind eyes

you have no

knife. the knife is

mine and I won’t use it

yet.

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~ by mollysurno on July 22, 2009.

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