Dominic Riccitello
Feb 6, 2016

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he strolled the corridors with a kindness the delicate of his voice strong of his hands he spoke with integrity a smile in his voice i never knew if things came if it was ever smooth the overbearing nature took control i longed i hoped feelings the blues changing with hues he spoke of nakedness i longed for him his pace the smoothness  he could take every piece love me in any date from parallel to perpendicular i kissed his moments danced in his hallways and then a day the door shut without the slightest movement the last stroke of his hair la to miami