words by dominic riccitello

to kiss a tongue in a deathly hour
felt the palms of your trees 
how they felt like flowers
wake in a tune, your radio plays
i spoke of always, you said ever
drunken dances and sour edges
bridges which led us nowhere
hallways with empty kisses
from submissive to explicit to pessimistic
i said twisted, you said crazy
tattoos on my thighs
lies which patronize the hollow of my being
i see you in dreams
from time to time
we hold our peace like we held our lemons
from heaven to hell
a death you couldn’t miss
we road the waves into the abyss
through sunken ships
rapids which caved us
to strand us
when there was nothing but us