words by dominic riccitello

holding by ropes you strung
listening to a song i sung
in my head on the day we met
like clocks and kitchens
of mornings we spent
in each others grip
before coffee beans on tuesdays
drinks by oceans we got used to
as bruises on my lips
from kissing blood on your back
where knives spent in tact
to tarnish what you adored
feat in defeat and feet on the street
where i walk past memories
like your eyes in mine
craze in fine lines
where you sit in the grass
with wine and cheese
to a movie you’ve seen a dozen times
yet you don’t watch
you sit in the moment and reflect on
moments you’ll never feel again
like heat in emotion
twirled motions
hearts beating
feelings detonating