words by dominic riccitello

feigning on sheets of men i might
control in essence, a desire i sin
touching fragility in his cries
i feel in power of an ocean in this
we’re killing laughter in quakes of seriousness
forgetting triumph comes from nothingness
i take his legs to wrap my fingers
wading in a motion of words
memories like how we slept together
caressing this is to feel his fright
moments in sheets, the warmth of his back
to touch with ice cold fingers
shaken by reality
rain washes the windows
i feel his energy in bits
drinking alcohol to cope with it
i pen his heart to understand his nature
but to realize mine in the way of our might
how conversation geared from here
little words and less than a year
divided by complexity 
miles and fears of what could have been
but what could was what was
what’s here was never there
and truth is
love is sometimes never quite here