words by dominic riccitello

running backwards with you against
the vitals of my being
we lie in fields with words unsaid
two men twined beneath the sky
with the dead in a closeness as ever before
have you screamed in the essence of a man
who turned your soul into nothing its been
a lion in his den coming for your madness
with the touch of heaven sent
i die with an aura
the rush of your coffee
running through my skin like the veins in your legs
i tangle your hair throughout my fingers
with your body atop mine
lying in your touch i feel you without you
the candle flickers in the wind
your ashes in the sky
i pretend to live without
the experience you taught me
but a single scent reminds
your eyes and couch
the night against your teeth
as we pressed against the jeep
i loved you at the time
i think of you sometimes
i still love you
even in the daylight
at midnight
at the grip of a strangers hand
sometimes our soulmates
are there to pass the time
of a horrid nightmare
to guide you through life
in the deepest of night