words by dominic riccitello

i stray with the eve
your dark chest piece 
we go with the wind
how he makes me rescind
i call forth
downing the hours
the glass bottles
i bathe in red
wondering if i’d love him
if two could meet
and simply transcend
i die in eyes
rolling with fire
painting the sky
with shades of truth
he spoke
but we had different hues