Wait for it to rain and then go out into the street.
She is his word his love she brings the blood back to his lips.
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.
Finding yourself with your loves gives blood to existence, looking at one another seeing the universe.
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.
free fall to your quite smile to capture you and you propel me to death, all that we write destroys then heals
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.
she loves to feel the sun on her skin the winter in her eyelashes and to hear his laughter all day long.
i like your embraces because the vertigo smells like the sun.
he hates skiing but he loves the mountains and like that with everything.