I call her the devil 'cause she makes me wanna sin,

and every time she knocks I can't help but let her in.

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 finy flowing currents

immediate and forever

you leg my leg

your arm my arm

you smile and the warmth

of you

who made me laugh

again.

Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love

I run away with my imagination

here and now

Isn't it weird to think that every person you walk by has a past they may or may not be proud of and a family they might be close to or far from and a lover they're either with or apart from and a name and a personality and they might be having the greatest day of their life or the worst day? We probably walk past hundreds of people a day and never one stop to thing what they're going through, what their life may be like. We're too focused on our own. (BW)

be curious, not judgemental

Tom Roberts, Going Home (1889)

You didn't catch my eye right away, I won't deny this

but once you did, I sewar I couldn't look away.

sugar it feels so good when you touch me

                     

everyone's afraid of the financial situation

everyone's so scared of the big bad economic wolf

I can't think of anything else than to lay in bed here naked with you

let's make love until the crises is over...