words by dominic riccitello

in the dark of your taste
i bend for your broken heart
a dire scream in the sheets with ease
how i bend and tear your chest from parts
where i used to store a heart i held for you
like broken songs on records i’d play
the same tune stays for echoes on end
i bliss in tune with memories of our childhood
feet closer than we thought
cracks on streets seemed deeper than they were
like songs children would play
thoughts i remember in years after sheets covered our eyes
from terrors at night
our hands apart
poems at bay
with coding to slim the words i used to say
and we met
a few years too far from where we were
too soon to where we are in this moment
i touch the tip of your fingers
because i can
i touched the tip of your head
because i could
i left a piece of thought in your brain
because the words i said
we in your thoughts
before i could shut and open the door
of where our memories strayed