words by dominic riccitello

you die because
it makes sense to us
to be in depth with ones
uncertainty of the aftermath
and i’m feeling in tune with you
like solid hues of breaks in beings
and death between sheets where i once
laid eyes on the back of your neck
with dire honesty
broken by men in time before clocks
made sense to me
and i dance with the tune
of you and i
in depth with our grasp
at a dance with each others hands
like thighs and men
in bare with sense of where this was
but before it could be
like your might in mine and we’re breaking by time
to become more than what we’re told to be
just two in hands in a quiet tense
feeling our emotion of two men in twine
together before people told us
of how you dance with women
and we die not for death
but we die to feel emotion we once had
for each other like leather
like skin against one another
and i speak to speak
to converse about what our moments meant to each other
like hands on ice in a coldness where warm corrupts your heart
and we’re pacing on aches
on emotions which abruptly feel like we’re dying inside
 
that’s how this felt
and thats how you felt
where we were dying to be
at ones grasp and we
never felt this again
like the madmen in me
thought this would be
forever and after
near or never
but together forever