burning on fumes of your night
a desolation which feels quite nice
in broken hotel sheets
i can still taste your lips
the transitions between our words
we move in a darkened sensuality
and i’m begging with fists
to grip a moment of security
have you ever felt protected by a stranger?
have you ever lied in twists
in dips and sudden splits
i paint you a photo
of a toxic proximity
the way your hands felt like
aggressive masculinity
and i talk in song
in form and all
your mind is gone
we danced before the wall
one astray and one near
a dozen thoughts were never clear
i always said i’d be right here
but have you ever felt
protected by a stranger
or was this always disconnected
we painted a song
one which we accepted
another unfortunately contested
masculine hands
words by dominic riccitello
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