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16 April 2012 @ 09:38 pm
Raw With Love - Charles Bukowski  

    little dark girl with
    kind eyes
    when it comes time to
    use the knife
    I won't flinch and
    I won't blame
    as I drive along the shore alone
    as the palms wave,
    the ugly heavy palms,
    as the living does not arrive
    as the dead do not leave,
    I won't blame you,
    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
    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
    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
    little dark girl with kind eyes
    you have no
    knife. the knife is
    mine and I won't use it

    Charles Bukowski
the key of the day and the lock of the nightlocknkey on April 17th, 2012 09:47 pm (UTC)
I love Bukowski - this is both creepy and melancholy.
the only water in the forest is the rivernyoka on April 17th, 2012 10:11 pm (UTC)