words by dominic riccitello

the flow
the eve
the silently

we go in, through
tunnels of solitude
how words could
motions would

the eyes
our ears
your voice
the tears

an ocean of blue
love that could
sadness that would
a breach of uncertainty

here, there
atop a world
feelings and thoughts
surrendered under
bubbles that could never

we held the gun
lied in our own doubt
sat upon
caressed the dark
and held the hand
of our future drought