words by dominic riccitello

i find you in soft error
in ways i can’t remember
like edges of tables
they exist but we don’t beg to ask
we frolic in ways
i can’t quite grasp
and i’m pulling on weights in my mind
wondering if this is right
if time divides or collides our truths
we’re swaying in the backyard
wandering far from where we hide
two in kind, two in a high tide
and i fight to break the walls we create
in nights of summer where things become
a slight bit warmer 
like the sheets of your bed
glide against your shins
and i’m laying my leg against your body
we’re creating warmth without thought
and the tables have edges
without thought
do things fall before they fly
or do they fly before they fall
i’m spinning in my mind
with questions i can’t remember
temptation in december
with years on my life
movement on my mind
and i’m swaying
alone
but it’s fine
you in thought
you in past lives
we regret because we can’t fill voids
but i don’t regret
i love, i lust, i fill molds in truth
you in plain view and past creates present
past love is the definition of present