words by dominic riccitello

eyes like lightning
i concentrate on his beauty
to twist in positions i miss
like tastes and motions
where we frolic in rapids
leading to seas where we shipwreck
on emotion 
like men in turn to be
breaking to become
questions and hatred
i speak, but i speak in tongues
to make sense of what it was
we find truth in rhythm 
broken rhymes
where we dance between grips
we left on shoulders i miss
and i tell you
a dozen times
how you love to love
we lust to call
conversations in mountains
with fire burning
we were slow dancing
with feet atop each other
to step
but without thought
to kiss
without 
we fall