Gwen Calvo

She is his word his love she brings the blood back to his lips.

Wait for it to rain and then go out into the street.

Sunflowers hellos from gate to gate. The hour at the square. Candy, art, books, look. A warmth given. Beauties with rain forest hair Walk by the clock tower. Sunlight of neon, the keys inside their eyes. No storms. Traffic sounds, salt air. Salt that moves the thirst and destroys all the fears.

Music repairs us when it breaks the silence.

lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the voice.

he hates skiing but he loves the mountains and like that with everything.

Lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the words.

i like your embraces because the vertigo smells like the sun.

she loves to feel the sun on her skin the winter in her eyelashes and to hear his laughter all day long.

He falls in love because he doesnt want to.

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.

free fall to your quite smile to capture you and you propel me to death, all that we write destroys then heals

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.

The only thing I know about me is that it is you.

Finding yourself with your loves gives blood to existence, looking at one another seeing the universe.

Hit me with spit on the wounds.

Everything is blood and vines. The mark of another day of revolving the body exact And the sky is ours our hope our blue our silence our throat of burning wildflowers.