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 ot 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 wamrth of you
who made me laugh again
Charles bukovsky
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