words by dominic riccitello

i wonder if time finds you
between doors of hallways
longing devotion of memories
we leave each other in

i remember your face
i long for your skin atop my arms
the grasp of you
interlocking into me
and i feel you here
and i feel you everywhere

to read the pages
like chapters and victories
mercy chilling between
cubes of ice in piercing memories
and i find this
scabs on my back
sunburned yet bruised and frolicked

i find you here
between each blade of grass
they say it might be greener
yet i revel in the distance

time is of the essence
i burn the candles
exist in sin
to taste
i caress
words on sheets

the wind folds itself around me
like you once did in quiet hours
it carries the dust of your breath
and lays it in the corners of my ribs

in dreams i open doors
to rooms that do not exist
still i know where to walk
still i know where you stand

your shadow sways
in the rhythm of old light
and i step toward it
without knowing if i can return

some days i forget
only to remember more
the way you looked at me
like the sky was something we could touch

words by dominic riccitello