words by dominic riccitello

i licked his lips
with my tongue
twisted
from his feet to his hands
to his false grasp
and the laugh in the back
of my throat
his heels
how he sung
for his life, his wine
the sadness he oozed
i knew it was
when i knew it wasn’t
but i played in a switch
held my own hand
from his grasp
knew his darkness was my tune
and i played it
like a flute
his name was my muse
his face
forever bruised
in the back of my mind
like salty lies
and a sad ocean
i knew he wasn’t mine
but who wants to say
it isn’t right