free fall to your quite smile to capture you and you propel me to death, all that we write destroys then heals
Lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the words.
He falls in love because he doesnt want to.
She is his word his love she brings the blood back to his lips.
Hit me with spit on the wounds.
Music repairs us when it breaks the silence.
Wait for it to rain and then go out into the street.
Finding yourself with your loves gives blood to existence, looking at one another seeing the universe.
she loves to feel the sun on her skin the winter in her eyelashes and to hear his laughter all day long.
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 ey...
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.