I will remember the kisses.
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
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The man who wrote these words was or had at one time been on fire with love for whomever the intended recipient was. Passion that can almost jump off the page.