words by dominic riccitello

a slowness
we move
a pace
of rapidness

we mistook our sultry
for all it was

a slowness
of impeccable
stature

he stood with hands
grasping my head
kissing my lips
fucking my mind

and i kind of just
loved him in pieces
in a slight variety
of my own intentions
and i mistook him
for all he was

a handsome man
a kind soul
who seemed to transition
before my eyes
and i stood in remorse
for what it was
and was saddened
by what it could be

but i loved my soul
more than him
and i loved my ego
more than i should’ve
but no one knows
when to fall in love
as it happens when it happens
and stops when it stops