the touch of your hands and the grass, this and everything around us
with spirits of the night, just you and i
the pinot, the hors d’oeuvre, your might and my fright
the loose and you, the cool, the flow
i never knew you could love someone so
thoughts never strayed, you and i — we go, sway with the night
the light as the moon shines, i’ve never felt this alive
i could cry, i could die and in this moment, it would be alright
i’m used to doors, but once they open i end up frozen by their potion
we lie in motion, the rotation was us — it was the warmth of the ocean that brought every emotion
they say one plus one equals two, but one of us only knew the word you
the dark blue, the movie, i truly don’t remember anything other than
the green glasses, how things happen and how your hair felt like satin
the way i looked at you is the way i knew that i love and it’ll always be you, from here to the moon
all i am is walking pours that loves more than i should
holding things in rotation when i shouldn’t
but july thirteenth, the cemetery and the way you pressed against the door
i was always yours, but you were never mine
regardless the metaphors i use, how i could kill you a thousand times
you kissed the bruise of something used by the luxury of nothingness
the things i’ll always miss and this and that and everything around us
your aura and the painstaking horror that controlled me
but i road, i knew and the phrase i love you will never mean enough
it’s tough but the road of happiness brought us and even if it was short
i’ll always remember the shirt, the red, everything we left behind
and even though i know you were never mine, it’s alright
– “the cemetery” by dominic riccitello
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