words by dominic riccitello

There I sat
beside a grounded fence,
a shattered man.

Torn to shreds,
ripped beneath.

We lied in sheets,
hid beside concrete,
tackled the wall,
dreams and all.

“I love you,”
I said.

It could’ve been,
yet it couldn’t have.

It was lust,
a triumph,
lobes that felt,
handles that caressed.

His eyes said
as my heart meant.

The bed
lied two,
yet one
beside none.

Oh,
“I’ll always,”
I said.

Atop
the loaded bed
that couldn’t say
yes.