~ A Colorful Mind

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.
… Charles Bukowski