words by dominic riccitello

to twist your legs
to twist your heart
fall in love
in the dark
we wake our rapids
fall in love with the beginning
nostalgic for memories of what was
from what could’ve been
we round our wishes
to hold our ground
he pulled our feet
when he twirled our world
upside down
some call it love
some call it masochism
i felt your hands
how they sweat
what your palms said
but your mouth couldn’t