words by dominic riccitello

under years of his eyes
i follow roads in turns
where demons follow you
and he said
five times too many
we quake in the rage that we are
basking in sin for years to come
i’m humming in tune with you in mind
lying in eyes with motions in laps
round corners where shadows bend
our future in this
and i dance
in sense of you and i
on fine lines of white snow
which melts in heat
but flows in the cold