words by dominic riccitello

I lie within the ground subconsciously listening for a sound. The ground shakes and I forget, my chance to wake is far past approval. I lie, listening, yearning for touch – lusting for more. The cold sensation struggles to leave as it soaks in its own denial. As my mind yearns to rekindle its warmth, it remembers once more. How must you get past the door?

I take a moment, remember that all is broken and focus is lost. I need an omen, another moment, a door to open, and to hear your words softly spoken. But all is here, a poet, my dear. I look for a sign, yet remember that this was the sign, an atonement for my crime.

I wait for you, mark the days for you. These days – they’re dark because of what I’ve done to you. Here I am, outside your window, a beautiful winter’s bark watching you smirk and laugh. I dance, but with the wind.

Soon we’ll be twins, two twigs with the wind – I hope then, you’ll forgive… for all that I did.