words by dominic riccitello

it moves in waves
in my mind
like time on edges
you on pages
i turn with aggression
to remember an eve
where things went
from everything
i had dreamed
 
and i talk in a rhythm you fail to understand
because a rhyme is a way of symbolism
rhymes in your mind don’t quite make sense
like fingertips on ribs i touch
while you lie atop your bed
like lies i spew in moments
to make you feel in whole with my mind
 
i’d touch to touch
but not to feel
to make you feel
like we were more than it was
because i had nothing left to lose
and nothing to gain
but memories in you
was an emotional gain
of depth i tune to
in shadows at night
to feel like i’m human
and not just standing
in a room of people
talking to talk
about nonsense
about nothingness
about how i love because
i’m supposed to
not because i want to