words by dominic riccitello

your neck i taste
like candles on a fireplace
passion, it lingers
to feel you
in my being
on endless nights
with crackles of a fireplace
i echo in this
to create something i’d miss
like your eyes on my neck
screaming in sin
because this made sense
like you and i
twisting in bliss
for wounds i kissed
on your back
in time
in endless rhymes
like saturday night
before abyss reminisced
and time eclipsed
on the night we met
in july of thirteen