words by dominic riccitello

lying in his reflection
a dark beat twenty seven
kissing hands
to feel the might of
our dancing essence

he feels like heaven
i feel like the devil
to tango in ourselves
crossing roads where we met
i touch, but not to feel

we’re twirling in air
of words said
to speak in run on sentences
a world where
i thought this was stopping
but he’s grabbing hands

and i said
how beautiful it was to meet
under our circumstance
and he said it was beautiful
how i spoke without air
as i saw his eyes move
his lips stayed still

the planet revolves
under the polar of us
shooting stars are not stars
but words said
in confidence
and warm thought