words by dominic riccitello

i write to the tune of you
sipping pinot from balconies
in the mist of the night
overlooking cities in the distance
i transform this moment
thoughts of you
dipped in blue
to kiss you
would be
a second
a thriving
a lifetime
between our fingers
you seethe this
to touch us
in universes which don’t exist
a desire consumed
we broke blue
chose our hues
you and i
were not to fuse