words by dominic riccitello

under the moon
moments of you
the waves, the soulful sea
arms and dusk
how we wade for thee

his crush, her tide
nature rings and sleeps
kills and creeps yet lies beneath
touching the soul
molding bones
creating a body of warmth to hold

the arm twined posture
a loving monster
who creaks and calls
kills for thee

a nickname of honey
a moon which seemed lonely
they aligned and perfected
a lovely projection