words by dominic riccitello

spinning in actions, i only feel the tension
of a head in rotation on a bed twisted sideways
i lean to touch your heart
yet i feel the void of nothing at all
to spin or to fall or to even love at all?
i break your neck in my mind at night
you used to happen somewhere around midnight
wading in hopeless as you used to
just like i felt used, too
nothing made sense, i’ve said it again
i shadow at your bend, ringing corners again
your heels at my head, i push
sometimes it feels good to feel like this
i like your masochism like i like your lips
against my skin at night, pillows against my mouth—
to speak in tongues and i quake for the devil to tell me
things you said in shadows of corners in alleys i walk by
you used to whisper things in passing
i pretend to not hear as i’m not quite here
i’m there sometimes, i’m swinging wine
dancing in the twilight in dark mines
echoes in your heart to fill the void
you’re a poltergeist but i disguise you to be
somewhat of pleasing to the eye of many
i show the signs and i’m dancing on fault lines
in broken down rooms where you used to
fill something i needed but i’m here to be
with or without, near or far, dark or light
being to breathe, feigning to be me
under the skies at night is when i find time
to think of you in depth, in the quietness
your eyes atop mine, your body against mine
my warmth for your cold, things i said
words you couldn’t hold
a spine which could bend for men other than i
we twist and i kiss
goodbye to you
broken down memories of you
how i know you felt used, too