Charles Bukowski Love Poems

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

I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
...

she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
...

it sits outside my window now
like and old woman going to market;
it sits and watches me,
it sweats nevously
...

out of the arm of one love
and into the arms of another
I have been saved from dying on the cross
...