The Best Love Poem I Can Write at the Moment por Charles Bukowski. Listen, I told her, why don’t you stick your tongue up my ass? no, she said. well, I said, if I stick my tongue up your ass first then will you stick your tongue up my ass? all right, she said. I got my head down there and looked around, opened a section, then moved my tongue forward… not there, she said, o, hahaha, not there, that’s not the right place! you women have more holes than swiss cheese… I don’t want you to do it. why? well, then I’ll have to do it back and then at the next party you’ll tell people I licked your ass with my tongue. suppose I promise not to tell? you’ll get drunk, you’ll tell. o.k., I said, roll over, I’ll stick it in the other place. she rolled over and I stuck my tongue in that other place. we were in love we were in love except with what I said at parties and we were not in love with each other’s assholes. she wants me to write a love poem but I think if people can’t love each other’s assholes and farts and shits and terrible parts just like they love the good parts, that ain’t complete love. so as far as love poems go as far as we have gone, this poem will have to do.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 18:59:02 +0000
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