Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The rain was ceaseless and the days were dreary, yet I missed it when it had gone

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 & forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again
- poem by: charles bukowski
* via: http://fingerbruises.tumblr.com
photograph by: self

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