words by dominic riccitello

i sip you
eat you

your brain
upon my chin
your heart
upon my soul

i twist you
between my fingers

how i loved you with detail
yet you loved in variation
with certain days and moods
yet i loved you with all i could

and even when i knew
i knew
yet i loved you
with more than i should

and here i stand
still loving you
with your heart in my hands
your brain on my chin
your words on my lips
hatred flowing down to my hips