words by dominic riccitello

masculine 
a savage
strong with edges
words you can’t see
breath which could seethe

he stood with daylight
submerged with night
understood rhythms
which brought truth

his days were you
his love was blue
which turned gray
when life sat at haze
flowers diminished
and a summer romance
flew with you

the wind was his young
the dashing 
and all of his edges
were you
his night was you
the clouds spoke too

and as he stood
he glistened with the eve
through leaves
through stems
and onto the long lasting petal
which was you
in a form of another
a being
with softness standing
immensely in front of thee