i drown
between the cracks of our love
dying in truth to extend
through a moment stuck in time
and i find your eyes
caressing my spine
with words upon your lips
texture of our bodies
against each other
and we twirl to transcend
to places of non-existence
like meadows in our eve
sorrow in our spring
and break bones
to touch the pain
i once held in hands
a grip so soft
but a dance so triggering
two against one
hands against thumbs
gripping a body
feeling you heavenly
hugging you tightly
but without letting go
a rapid with force
brings torture
like hands used to
and it sounds of passion
but a mask delivers
as it’s supposed to
secrets hold value
like our pasts

horror in our past

words by dominic riccitello