sunday eve
twirled knees
sideways kisses
and parallel existences
elektra
words by dominic riccitello
words by dominic riccitello
July 2015
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the tips
of our fingers
the touch
of our palms
how innocence swayed
in and out
from left to right
drifting from beneath
and continuing
right on throughthrough
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His whisper was the softest sound I ever knew, which seemed to bring the loudest heartbeat.
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I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.
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we slept beside
held our bodies tight
warmed the air
here, there
everywhere
with fingers clenched
and a broken sweat
we swore, killed
drenched our pores
beside a slithering doortogether and never
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He was quite lovely and I was quite lonely, so I mixed letters and assumed it would work.
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i have not a poem
a word
or thoughtswe held a rail
talked of openness
miles upon queries
moments we subconsciously treasureour faces held walls
legs to fall
we twirled for days
lusted and twisted
and killed in ways
we couldn’t quite understandthe grigio and noir
glass which broke
i loved the walls and climb
but the fall had depth
and swung tangled feethe was impetuous
with a touch of perfect
we were an interstate
a perpendicular intersection
where we met for a moment
and continued on endlesslytangled
words by dominic riccitello
