words by dominic riccitello

i felt for all that we were
to wallow in peace of ourselves
i fall to pieces to understand
in depth i make myself
crawl into intuition
bend over mountains in distance
to create a moment i expected
yet we dance in our truth
and expectations are hard to follow
because expecting leads to disappointment
everything either becomes or is pointless
 
i spit tongues like guns in your back pocket
drumming to a beat like the bed i sleep in next to you
under waves of fans spinning without rhythm
as hands and motions separate ourselves
and i love without touching
yet i use love like lemons 
lying to a tune i know all too well
moments don’t make men
men make moments with or without
 
i kiss and i tell and i fall to sellout
our moments in depth
words i reminsce
to create a moment greater than it was in truth
two in a bed without touching
rotating in sheets to make
eves in cold shadows
we bold letters as if we’re heaven
i look at you like we’re seven
but we grow every day
some more than others
and we stray from paths were given
sometimes you find yourself
sooner than others