words by dominic riccitello

there we twirl
upon a star
leaving dust in eyes
crime under a night sky

 

the passion
it lingers
it tingles
between your fingers

 

frolics
in your hands
and leaves you armless
as we twirl

 

i stand on a toe
a tip for you
lusting your blues
crushing your hues
wondering 
if it was truly
for you