words by dominic riccitello

i can write you a poem
i said
legs crossed
head poise
a mind stuck in white noise
you said you were there
yet i was here
longing for your stare
for our white hairs
you spoke with integrity
a devilish snicker
a side smirk you never met
we twirled around desire
crossed our arms in despair
lit a candle for ourselves
never understood each other’s darkest
yet i knew we were here
cross-tangled in a sensual state of loneliness
too far from our lightest touch
we devoured the red
became black
shades too dark
a vision too far from where we met