words by dominic riccitello

words upon the fridge
how you asked what that is
third to fourth
the way you ate my heart

bored on love
triumph left soaked
two souls engaged in their darkest
cancer of the hour
our moment left starless

two lonely’s
one heart
black hung from a scarf
lobes of love
hugs with loaded guns

the darkest with shades
starstruck with a view of handsome
two eyes, lips like a magnet
just us, one on love
and one on drugs