words by dominic riccitello

he strolled the corridors
with a kindness
the delicate of his voice
strong of his hands
he spoke with integrity
a smile in his voice
i never knew if things came
if it was ever smooth
the overbearing nature
took control
i longed
i hoped
feelings the blues
changing with hues
he spoke of nakedness
i longed for him
his pace
the smoothness 
he could take every piece
love me in any date
from parallel to perpendicular
i kissed his moments
danced in his hallways
and then a day
the door shut
without the slightest movement
the last stroke of his hair