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. 

"Raw with Love" - Charles Bukowski

There is a kind of person who can appear at a moment’s notice, rip your heart right out of your chest, hold it up like it’s a gift, and then leave as quickly as they came. And there you are, left scrambling to shove this bloody mess back into yourself, rushing to get the shirt buttoned before anyone starts to notice.

I, unfortunately, am prone to people of this kind. I wonder sometimes if my heart would stop if it weren’t constantly being thrashed about, as if the momentum of the chaos moves it to continue beating, like pistons on a train, plowing towards something imminent and vast. 

I long for a time when someone will gently open my blouse, patiently, button by button, savoring the journey, watching with bated breath as my skin responds to the air, running their fingers over each goosebump as it raises. They will reach inside, slowly, delicately, with such care I can’t help but hold my breath, and they’ll take out my heart and hold it like a quivering bird in their hands. They’ll look at me, and in my mind I will hear them: “I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you” but they will never have to open their mouth. I’ll press my lips to theirs, taste their skin, and know that I am home. 

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my thoughts exactly. 

my thoughts exactly. 

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