Raw with love

I will remember your small room,
the feel of you,
the light in the window,
your records,
your books,
our morning coffe,
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.

C. Bukowski