words by dominic riccitello

Oct 23, 2023

i follow the steps you left
on a summer side midnight
i caress
you’re shaken and i’m shallow
in depth with waves i can’t pull through

we’re diving and i’m 32
do you know what this feels like?
to be everywhere but with you
i shake to feel sullen blues
shades of 22
your mind and i
contested in bright lights
twists between then and this

you dive like midnight
shadows of corners
from the break of daylight
i can still smell the coffee beans from tuesday morning
we revel in a type of madness
one with twists
another with bittersweet bliss

we reminisce in moments to feel something
thoughts of becoming
i can’t tell you why
yet i recall your mind
those tired eyes
deep fires of our midnight

we turn in our desires
switching between haywire and gunfire
to feel a sort of bliss
we become stuck in abyss
to taste fuel of what was
that is no longer what is

how it felt to be 22
words by dominic riccitello
Oct 21, 2023

i transcend in bits
in dire twists
in fragments
we attach ourselves
in the slightest
details of our desires
forming fires and liars
relationships always expire

in death we kiss
swaying in bliss
two bits and a tease
words against my knees
i paint you darkened poetry
slicing your tongue so you can breathe

we sleep in oasis
dreaming of mauritius
we break knees to twist
shift gears to drift
away from nights
on top of mountains
screaming names we can hardly remember
have you ever sent roses
and had them retuned to sender?

embers sleep
like you and we
words against a chest
pressed upon a beat
we make moments out of memories
scream names for sense
all things eventually end
as does our heartbeat

return to sender
words by dominic riccitello
Oct 20, 2023

I rhyme without reason because I like the feeling of temporary meaning.

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 19, 2023

he had the power
to create a feeling
so delicate
a flower
truthful, elegant
beauty for eternity

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 18, 2023

i dive between your lips
how i love to feel melancholy bliss
words seem to exist between short breaths
i gasp forth for
dances in forests between rocks and saltwater
we revel in a deepened madness
one which was casually frolicked through
shaded by versions of you
loss of your rear view mirror
words which broke became clearer
things said shift forward
like the years in the corner
broken breaths in the distance
lips on your neck
such aggressive fingers
i transcend in danger
linger between hello and beaux
things make sense if you let them
we take two words and form meaning
you either listen or you move position
it was always hello
even if our conditions never listened
tongues never twisted
and i never met you
francisco

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words by dominic riccitello
Oct 17, 2023

i tango between thoughts
your head against the board
curls towards the ceiling
tips of my fingers
i tread through your edges
i blend to take and i rip to feel
the numbness has a way
i ravage the leaves of your heart
the veins i try for
my brain bleeds to touch your wits
seeming all too well
it was all but a broken down motel
in the evenings of rockwell
his edges always broken
hell had always called
it feels like it’s here
i feel all but here
in a broken down coma
with voices speaking at you
when you have everything you’ve wanted
you feel less than wanted
when you have all yet nothing
you feel a certain sadness
it takes two to tango
it takes you to feel
you always said
your favorite color is orange

i could tango in the thought of you forever
words by dominic riccitello
Oct 14, 2023

My desire is to be the imaginary exception.

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 13, 2023

we were burning on fumes of our night
twirling under a somber street light
you seem to echo like vibrations of
the foundation of our limitations
languor pulls, words transcend
we’re spinning in circles
calling for cessation
i used to wonder how this would be
the final conversation
we converse in spirits
in rhymes without reasons
and i take you between fists
not to feel but to grip
between something which feels like this
we’re dancing in paces
stuck in paraphrases
a hundred different faces
could you even fathom?
two atoms and a beat
one atop me
another beneath the street
of where i left you in fall of 23

we take meaning out of moments
while the moment still exists
we forget bliss in our desires
building wildfires in the distance
a self destruction
a fixation of self isolation

in our summer

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 12, 2023

I fall in love with pages. I fall in love with details. I even fell in love with the way you stand. We become stuck in memories because sometimes that moment is intense enough to pause you.

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 11, 2023

i slip between
cracks of the bed
holes between boards
which never end
i’m bowing to ideas i used to call forth for
we contextualize in dark summer nights
the knots of our fingers
i’m bound by words we said
dim of shadows in the purest form
we create chaos in memories
because chaos feels almost at ease

words by dominic riccitello