words by dominic riccitello

feeling the waves of his ink
we slide in the puddles of our rain
to reign in the eve behind the mist of the starlight
i take his hand, to grab his soul
we touch things he hadn’t felt before
they call it a whore in the night
slamming doors and tossing knives
you break them to hold them tight
i fake a kiss for you to transcend
send you flowers so you could miss
the essence of my being
chocolates to make you love thee
i grab your hand to show this
make you beg so you ask for it
they say you can’t make someone love you
but have you heard of owls in the night
calling forth before their flight
haunting and hunting
wanting makes it daunting
warnings hold no meaning