words by dominic riccitello

your edges swept against the willow way
eyes of men who speak the most divine
finding thoughts under street lights
a man in the softest day
breaking in acid rain
you feel a sign
i find your truth in words
from stutters to shattered thoughts
the way arms tense and lips flutter
pink of your skin
caressing the hairs on your head
i transcend with you
in the outer of sense
breaking trends to break space
touching our bodies in metaphors
i break into bits
kissing the lips of a dangerous bend
reminisce in the memories of sleepless nights
bodies grazing
men screaming crazy
dancing in the night
you and i
twirling in and out of consciousness
below the stop light