Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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Oct 5, 2017
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i can’t, but i could i saw good instead of him a dim light which could’ve been
Sep 29, 2017
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lying in his reflection a dark beat twenty seven kissing hands to feel the might of our dancing essence he feels like heaven i feel like the devil to tango in ourselves crossing roads where we met i touch, but not to fe…
Sep 25, 2017
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his thighs to touch in a darkened night caressing bed sheets cotton and i feel him to dance in this and i’m on your lips in reverse of your eyes from blue to green in black i felt the blank of your stare under the rotat…
Sep 22, 2017
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pace of the hallway eyes like rapid lightning our stance grip of the hand sheeplike command we wallowed suckered our past cry after cry we tried but the hatred filled loose commands and our eyes were wide like tomorrow …
Sep 20, 2017
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i talked with angst he addressed with liquor uncontrolled substance he never knew you love a man and dip below folding your own arms in echo i felt without you you’ll feel without them
Sep 19, 2017
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loneliness in between swaying in a song i overplayed hands at neck choking on a thought where we decay in truth a fading love
Sep 18, 2017
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i’m crying in your mind you say with the devil in your eyes he’s walking in truth of nothingness riding in the wind with birds seeking lies in your view and i told you not to go but going is where i found foot and i tre…
Sep 17, 2017
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and i’m with you in night searching for a mind with gardens instead of earthquakes a divine light in the essence of what could be there he lies in oceans instead of rivers standing forth for a greater being than himself…
Sep 12, 2017
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i say his name five times too many in the echoes of our divide tattoos on my neck rip scars to plenty and i speak his essence in candlelight  triggered words we said in little white lies he paints his voice yet i still …
Sep 10, 2017
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we’re touching lips in the midst of our demise feeling his hands and they feel like hell we’re at each other’s neck kissing death and i feel it triumph and horror written on hotel paper sweat drips from his back we’re d…