words by dominic riccitello

home, yet the heart still lingers
we feel a pulse, blood gush
mind meets pressure and pleasure
anxiety strikes
but we never think twice

our soul knows no body
like frequency knows pitch
we flip the switch, play ball
throw desire, temptation

enter the brawl with shoved faces
screaming names
taste of teeth
the future, the day, the past
how we’ll meet again and whisper their name
like we did just yesterday