words by dominic riccitello

i find you
deep corners at night
thriving in the midst
of a beacon delight
i touch your being
gravity depletes
the nonsense of my brain
we tango throughout
the narrow of my lobes
hallways with a darkened strobe
our eyes wade forth
haze in the thought
of a past moonlight
i tangle in shadows
creating motions
of men turned monsters
i knew your arm
the warmth
how it turned cold
how black fades
the things you said
imprinted in my brain