words by dominic riccitello

truth of the matter is
i’ll always dance for you
bending my knees
transitioning hallways
holding means
with you in mind
i wade with the wind
i feel you slip on thoughts
gliding across
your legs twined with sheets
the gray of your kitchen
light of your home
how a universe could crash
with worlds aligned
i heard you say
the hurt you said
i reminisce
your hand upon my lap
tuesday mornings
a kiss
we turned with tables
mixing chairs
when love was there
instead of flowing with the wind
being within