Gwen Calvo Quotes & Sayings
Enjoy the top 57 famous quotes, sayings and quotations by Gwen Calvo.
Famous Quotes By Gwen Calvo
It is the taste of cut steps, bloody fingerprints. Of healed books, smiles on fresh tulips. Of longing and sweet fatigue. — Gwen Calvo
Descending thru your voice like a song, like a cascade of orchids in an afternoon, eternal falls to the Sun. — Gwen Calvo
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. — Gwen Calvo
Under the Sun of the night. The Sun in winter is addictive. And at night like it is. To be in the forest and wait for a rain of sighs. — Gwen Calvo
He turns her over and writes. — Gwen Calvo
she is the poem that lives on his pages, burning in his hands, becoming beats all over his skin. — Gwen Calvo
The Sun moves. And I am with you. — Gwen Calvo
The poetry of painted collarbones and scratched bleeding knees. — Gwen Calvo
Write, burst into a dream. — Gwen Calvo
write a poem and spit fire. — Gwen Calvo
the wildflowers said what burial. — Gwen Calvo
Dreams, the veins of the universe. — Gwen Calvo
Tongues paired in the forest. — Gwen Calvo
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. — Gwen Calvo
He keeps her name on his hands, her body in his throat. — Gwen Calvo
Finding yourself with your loves gives blood to existence, looking at one another seeing the universe. — Gwen Calvo
The edge of the sea masks a clock that marks the waves. — Gwen Calvo
The sand storm carries words but feelings not even a hurricane. — Gwen Calvo
he is her home, a cemetery of poems. — Gwen Calvo
I write scars and dead butterflies. — Gwen Calvo
In the distance, a Benz motor sounds. A neon light wraps itself around the driver and the winter that beats in his heart. His heart stays cold. stays melting. — Gwen Calvo
Writing is taking the demons out for a walk. — Gwen Calvo
Wait for it to rain and then go out into the street. — Gwen Calvo
Your lips, an inverse chaos of stars. — Gwen Calvo
Indigo sky, because the heart is also a sunset. — Gwen Calvo
The hands understand the language of dreams. — Gwen Calvo
The fog between the trees of ghosts who lift suns. — Gwen Calvo
My home is your blood, your tongue, your laughter, your earth and hands, always your hands. — Gwen Calvo
In the forest, I like you like that without anesthesia. — Gwen Calvo
The word is a violent pleasure. — Gwen Calvo
He breaks her waves on all his edges. — Gwen Calvo
Lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the words. — Gwen Calvo
writing between the roots of distance, she. — Gwen Calvo
I hold you in my mouth, in the words that contain you, in the unsaid and the haunts, in all the forms your name. — Gwen Calvo
I confess to the trees, priests of dreams. — Gwen Calvo
if you want to heal a wound you have to stop touching it. — Gwen Calvo
Loving you is kissing the night, exposing the scars, words in flames, for every drop and for every life. — Gwen Calvo
Women are a poem of tousled tresses. — Gwen Calvo
Writers talk to ghosts. — Gwen Calvo
Souls bound by infinite coincidences. — Gwen Calvo
The forest opened the road, his reeds in one fist, devotion in the other, a bow on the back, words as petals, and a blood-stained smile. — Gwen Calvo
You taste of the sea, of clocks, dark nights, of everything that is soothing and prohibited. Of dawn in the eyes, falling snow and destiny. — Gwen Calvo
And our love still is, it is because it goes, like a kiss, from mouth to mouth, repeating itself in silence. — Gwen Calvo
Face in the Sun with the dark circles of beautiful nights the mouths of tigers. — Gwen Calvo