words by dominic riccitello

in tune with your eyes
i fade with the wind
to feel the gentle of your skin
like feathers of your pillows
in gloomy night
when your tears touch my skin
i feel like heaven in time
like your neck on my back
against the sheets of christmastime
and i flutter to feel
among you in the new year
i taste our fuel
it burns like gasoline
like the rough of your jeans
that time in july
when your zipper touched my lips
and my tongue locked
behind the guard of my teeth
like the guard of your walls
and i touch 
but i touch to feel if this is real
because if i’m dead
you feel like nothing
and all of this is mad
and all of him was in my head
and the pillows of our night
with feathers which turned to stone
sleepless nights become meaning
evil truth is no longer deceiving
but blatant lies bubble 
gentle kisses simmer
summer seems to linger
warmer becomes colder in sense
and this nor i
no longer intense 
but contents in the diary of a year
of absolute misery