xarles bucóvsqui

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.