words by dominic riccitello

to be underneath it all
in a sense of what it was
we’re twirling in madness
creating haze of what it meant
i stand in his guard
to realize fine eyes
strength of his warmth
tight hands 
make you feel weak in a sense
and in the end
we’re dancing in torment of memories
which leave us jaded
a man in a world of a billion
and his mark leaves hurt
on your neck
his voice makes you weak
in the knees
and he’s dancing around you
like a fish in a pound
and you’re screaming his name
but the woods are dark
and the fork in the road
leaves you lost
in words unsaid