The only thing I know about me is that it is you.
~ Gwen Calvo
lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the voice.
He feels the word close enough to absorb it,an exorcised silence creating cliffsides to escape to and reverse.
The edge of the sea masks a clock that marks the waves.
Loving you is kissing the night, exposing the scars, words in flames, for every drop and for every life.
being is one day and a million nights. the blood on the glass, blood lust with the sun holding. the universe beats for the lost and found. with you.
i like your embraces because the vertigo smells like the sun.
he hates skiing but he loves the mountains and like that with everything.
