#rawwithlove

[mordecaido]

little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife

please don’t flint  for sure i can’t blame you

[theblvcksun]

" 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"

[ovelhosafado]

raw with love

menina morena de olhos doces quando chegar a hora de usar a faca não vou hesitar e não vou culpá-la, enquanto dirijo sozinho pela beira da praia enquanto as palmeiras acenam, feias e pesadas, enquanto os vivos não chegam enquanto os mortos não partem, não vou culpá-la, em vez disso vou lembrar dos beijos nossos lábios esfolados de amor e de como você me deu tudo o que tinha e de como eu te ofereci o que havia restado de mim, e vou lembrar do teu quarto apertado teu corpo a luz na janela teus discos teus livros nosso café pela manhã nossas tardes e noites nossos corpos esparramados juntos dormindo as brisas leves e suaves imediatas e eternas tua perna minha perna teu braço meu braço teu sorriso e teu calor que me fez rir de novo. menina morena de olhos doces, você não tem faca. a faca é minha e não vou usá-la ainda.

- Charles Bukowski

(Tradução: Fundo do Copo Profundo)

[ruleyourwisdom]

“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

[intothevoiddd]

[checkdiana-blog]

"... your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth, of you, who made me laugh again." So perfect  a break from homeworl for some #charlesbukowski #whatmattersthemostishowwellyouwalkthroughthefire #rawwithlove #poetry

[atattooedginger]

Our noons, our nights. Our bodies spilled together, sleeping. -Bukowski

[sickssicksicks]

Raw With Love

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. 

Bukowski