words by dominic riccitello

with your legs against the wall
i caress your ribs
two hands with two thumbs
gliding across 
to touch your lips would be to fall
we run through daises 
one way phone calls with voicemails
two lost in translation but one awake to what was
twirling in our bliss
frozen in a loss of moments
time is of the essence but you were heaven
your softness was depression
we lit candles in our mind
making wishes for wrong chances
dancing with devils
dancing on treble
i never realized
this was our swan song
i never realized
heaven wasn’t quite right