words by dominic riccitello

his fingers caressed
touching your soul
making you whole
yet lingering beneath

with trickles of
we moved like fluid
in and over
everywhere and scattered

he killed with kindness
dragged you upon highways
spoke with loveliness
while throwing you into loneliness

a crevice of desire
with words too precise
three times enough
arrogance which could slice

dice of the moment
two beings turned liquid
we were, but ever
subconsciously understanding never