Dominic Riccitello
Feb 3, 2017

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to kiss a tongue in a deathly hour felt the palms of your trees  how they felt like flowers wake in a tune, your radio plays i spoke of always, you said ever drunken dances and sour edges bridges which led us nowhere hallways with empty kisses from submissive to explicit to pessimistic i said twisted, you said crazy tattoos on my thighs lies which patronize the hollow of my being i see you in dreams from time to time we hold our peace like we held our lemons from heaven to hell a death you couldn’t miss we road the waves into the abyss through sunken ships rapids which caved us to strand us when there was nothing but us concave