words by dominic riccitello

to be broken in your mouth
with lips pressed against the gloss of your teeth
i dance with you to dance with me
the hue of your glasses
a reflection i’ve never seen
a ghost of a man with eyes dark like the shadows of his night
i wade in your truth
the violin plays in the creeks of our eve
singing blues to a man with ashes instead of eyes
i hurt you to hurt yourself
to feel if it’s real
a fairytale never seals the dream but it steals the heart
veins of your lungs with vain of your soul
i twirl in the heat of your breath
lies of a man with sound like rapids
we entertain the seas in his heaven
breaking hell to break this
a kiss was with shades
a dark like night
but a gradient of a man i met in the daylight
who lingers his heart to catch his pray
yet you can’t catch what doesn’t exist
you can love a man and tango
dancing in the echoes of his corridor
touching yourself
where the creeks of his ashes
fail to linger