words by dominic riccitello

we talk beneath the glimmer
lights of our yesterday
feeling for thoughts
grabbing heat from the cold
i talk with force
a slight hatred
i feel for bits
longing bliss
but the air feels warm
and his arms seem thin
we used to lie without touch
touch without lies
when his neck was soft
lips were handsome
brain was tough
but we crave cozy
and run from cool
instead of fighting for what we want
and staying when things form