Charles Bukowski ~ Raw With Love

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.

Empty spaces....

I am sewing this page back together and looking forward to giving more love to my creative womb space...I'm not empty, rather I am full...full and as always, open to your interpretations. Things may not be as they seem and shafts of light always bend here as I continue to chase the shadows away and feed my own mind.....So good to be back! Thanks for having me...

This House That We Call Love

So often you brush against my mouth...and I hush..but, tonight I am wide OPEN and I fall upon your whispering vines like stars to burn. We, looking up at the stars that we know quite well...looking up at those stars straight from hell, shake, shiver and moan.  And, I missed you terribly today. And I looked into the emptiness with its' lace and its' candor and thought fuck what other people think.. candor? Yeah, candor. So we howl and beat wings, battering inside... and we know we both let the more loving one be cast aside,  let the more loving one really reside in this house that we call love... this house that we call love.  




Words © Wendy Rose Watson