Raw With Love.

Sticking with the Valentines theme, I would like to post another Bukowski poem today.

This poem reflects many themes and tugs at me in a way that nothing else has. The line, “how I offered you what was left of me” shows what relationships can put us through. It shows us what we can lose, but also what we still have left to give to one another. This poem contrasts love and sadness in a beautifully crafted way. I always imagine two people wondering when the other will leave,  but not being willing to let go themselves. When it comes down to it, all that matters in the end is the shared coffee and how our lives intertwine with the one we love.

Raw With Love

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
you,
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,
instead
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.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won’t use it
yet.

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