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 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

Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love

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