words by dominic riccitello

i feel you
wrapped in sheets
with a pulse beating beside you
riding in desire of nostalgia
timeless moments
monsoons with purple skies
death on the horizon
in 108 degrees
searching for something
more than what was
i felt you
lying in hotel rooms
in winded conversation
lies on your lips
wine stained teeth
gripping for sensation
breaking knees over edges
with your ego hovering
i felt you
with your hands upon a back
veins rest against a soft kiss
he battled with white noise
broken eyes
sadness in the voice of a man
who held a weapon
close to his heart
in weeks on end
four years and a bottle
i still feel you
in the night