words by dominic riccitello

i write to taste your lips
in my mind i wade in the past
to find a thought i once had
with your knees twined against
the pillows at night
where cold sheets cover our chest
i transcend to a place where
our moment was once at last
to dance in the false of my mind
chaos in our red wine
to sip upon my tongue
do i let or devour you all
and i bring the horrors in front of me
shake the hands of men i used to please
how your shallow broke my virtue
i write you poetry to free thee
and our echoes make sense
but i don’t call you again
because once is for you
the second is mine to keep
you either break or fall
i either bend or grasp
your hand shakes twice
yet i hold onto mine
wrists twist but not for you
they pull for the one in need
the one in future tense
past brings once
to keep it there is debonair
i free from this like words on my lips
screams in my mind
i fly like birds in the night
and sound rather still
a pill i need is no longer there
for i is what i have
and time is the only thing i have
a sacred memory
to let is to let go
for you i once used to hold