words by dominic riccitello

thoughts linger his empty hangers
words on paper
used to taste like you
stolen youth of a lonely twenty-two
we hold the hands of broken men
tango beneath their masquerade
in fuel he fills the room
we break their hearts in retrograde
and i’m spinning around his mind
like fingers on his spine
caressing the deepest of thoughts
emotions in midnight
i etch his words with pen and paper
ribs in sensation
we’re trickling, we’re dripping
i’m in his mind with candle light
diving in the moment
and we’re singing a love song
masochist incense fill the room
i’m kissing god and i’m falling in love
drinking wine in crescent moonlight
with tongues twist and heads locked
i felt you beneath the twilight
in utter chaos
i loved you
before i even met you