words by dominic riccitello

9:02
thinking of you
those hips
sweet kisses
twisting, turning
running on thunder
we were time
a sliver
slight shivers
a second turned moment
a handsome 27
i thought we could
yet darkness couldn’t
it never will
we sleep on pages
creating haze
stuck in days
where life seems
out of reach
and all we have is what we had