“ The only thing I know about me is that it is you. ”
lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the voice.
~ Gwen Calvo
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.
