words by dominic riccitello

from the eyes of my seas
desire we fought to be
quakes at the palm of my hands
i grasp his neck to feel his beat
a pulse detonating
felt the tips, how they pulled
in the night i seem to twirl
around the idea of forever
wondering if this world is here nor there
imaginary or reality
we made a pact and played a puzzle
two became one in a sense of love
two became none when the puzzle was done
toxic i wreak, toxic i wreck
to hold hands in the fear of loneliness
to kiss in terror in the midst of our final hour
i held your hips, the aura of white
how shades brought your light
way traffic would stop
the wind plays a song
in the sense of right or wrong