words by dominic riccitello

dancing in fumes
a desire to be told
i spoke to him in death
misery against our skin
longing for depth
a conversation within ourselves
lips against shins speak on edge
we’re sailing the seas of broken love
kissing death as if
all of this made sense
if we could mend truth
to dance in trust would be worthy
and we’re lying in twists
myths of what was
i kissed his hands
to feel abuse
create a muse
in the dark of my shadows
his eyes fade
but tongue still twists