How are you?
"When can I see you
"In 2 hours or
I walked to the door.
"You walk like a
poem,” she said.
"See you in 2
hours,” I told
—Charles Bukowski, Soup, Cosmos And Tears
I’m not exactly sure what I want but—
your wet candy lips, sweet sticky hickeys,
the geometry of your shoulders, the vertex
of your collar bone, your laughter like a May
morning, the silhouette of your body in the
dark, slender and beguiling, the prickly per-
fectness of your almost beard, your finger-
tips, callous with talent, the muffled pillow
moans, the loud, unbridled moans, my cold
feet between your legs, your lava lamp eyes—
that all sounds pretty fucking good.
Asked by Anonymous Anonymous
I miss you too! So much!