words by dominic riccitello

i wrote you
ten thousand times
whispers in the air
shadows of the veil
to feel your veins
against my skin
the vain of your being
the soft sultry i once knew
to feel your hues
the neutrals of us
i wade you in black
to see if i could find you
where streetlights dim
i led us to kiss
under drunken skies
hands on your thighs
arms twist
the breeze of that night
i lust your lips
felt your teeth upon my skin
i wrote you a poem
before you even knew of
poetry