words by dominic riccitello

i light the night with the moon
with nickels on my back
he scratches the darkest of mine
engraved in thought
i transcend to a place where you and i
never quite exist
we stand at the gates of eternity
with a slight bliss
subconscious kisses which grace our skin
i spoke to him, but as a stranger
an owl in his haven
the birds and the bees and the strangest of things
a universe where blue becomes pink
green becomes purple and love is nothing but just
two souls in a subway station
departing the same stop