words by dominic riccitello

Dec 2, 2025

how easy is easy

i know time nests
in the small corners of midnight
i feel your touch
the edge of it, the rise of it, the moment
we slip into those darker chambers
where feeling can pretend to hold us
we shift, we strain
two bodies rehearsing the idea
of coming together

i see you in that hour
your waking pulse
your heat spilling into the room
it embarrasses me
the rawness of it
the way truth becomes grotesque
when it passes through your eyes

i touch the paint
just to feel it drying
to see if anything here is real
to test the outline of possibility

it’s easy to lose yourself
in moments
in murmured words
in the silhouettes people cast
when there’s no light left

i still feel you
i feel the air gather
i hear your shape in the quiet
and i hate admitting it
it unsettles me
it spoils
it collapses into itself
and there you are
found
but only
as an abrupt ending

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 20, 2025

acid rain

i feel you in rain
the reins on my neck
the void in my pain
i feel your skin
in memory’s grain
the quiet bruise of tonight

i laugh in your stare
the empty, the gaze
the devotion that once held
it echoes in glass
in static
in every place i swore i left you

you reach a point
where everything drifts from here
the moment it broke
the moment we took
the moment i chose
to stop the pain
of how you wanted it
how i designed it to be

yet design is cruel
it never forgets the curve
of what was once real

i built walls around your ghost
and called them peace
still, some nights
when the rain hums low
i feel you pull
not back to me
but through me

and i let it
because even emptiness
feels like something
when it carries your name

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 8, 2025

veins

under darkened rainfall
i forget the hour
something in the static
calls me by a name again

glass hums against my skin
the air, electric
a pulse between what is
and what could never

the lights smear into motion
each reflection half-alive
as if the city remembers
what i keep trying to lose

you stand somewhere
between signal and echo
half-formed in the hum
of a world still buffering

i keep walking
past the wet blur of neon veins
as if a street would answer you
as if it ever could

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 6, 2025

and i spin

to be between
two timelines
atop pavement spinning
wheels i once called feet
i’m blurring the lines
stepping on roads that met
my daze in time
and i frolic between two versions—
one that knew, and one that couldn’t

i feel, at times,
i spin in motion
believing emotion burns in memory
you furlong
and i etch these in paint
to blur and mend
i create the version in my mind
that once felt like—

two atop
burning in memory
i can feel it
i can taste it
the scent in moments
the longing in memory
i can feel the distance between then and now
and i wonder if time ever finds you—
here or there—
or if i’m standing in moments
wading and waiting

and maybe time doesn’t find us
maybe it folds
crushing the versions we made
the ones that reached, and the ones that stayed
maybe we’re still spinning—
the pavement, the blur, the ache—
trying to return
to the same second that broke

if time finds you,
does it find me
or the ghost i became
trying to keep

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 2, 2025

40

i find us
interlocked in time
in oasis of memory
between the soundless burn of nicotine

i etch you in tuesdays
for a decade that collapsed
i wade through torn timelines

beyond my knees
the weight of yesteryear
i break into fragments
in voids of memory
a black hole pulling
time warped beneath the bark
of branches i once felt

i stay twirled
in voices
in lightness
your lighter flickers
i said let’s build the fire
yet smoke fractures thought
of us beneath the lights
in streets of tomorrow

i made this
to touch this
to feel this
to bend this

the glue in our bones
marrow in my soul
i remember your touch
the scent
your arms around me

at times
we believe time moves
yet what you fail to see

time moves with you
through memory
beyond fractured nostalgia
i find you
in doorways of my mind
we linger
in fumes of fire
in lost desire
in ashes of sin
your fingers entwined

your face
something
i swore i’d only see again
inside my mind

words by dominic riccitello
Sep 9, 2025

in the sweat of skin

…and time finds you
between colors of midnight
summer turned fall
i collide into
things we said
emotion
twisted hesitation
twirled between yesterday and today

i find you
in heat
in coldness
in humidity

the thing is
i can still
feel you
breathing

words by dominic riccitello
Sep 7, 2025

expand

i find you in pieces,
in meanings,
in the deepest of darkest
secrets.

to the wind and i’m gone,
drifting on sin
to feel you—
this aggressiveness,
a touch felt surface.

i extend to repent,
ideas in my head,
the echoes of song,
the vibrations of hands against
my ears are something i hold
so ever clear.

to swim in this,
to feel bliss in my truth.
i miss ideas of us,
words atop hills i recall
in summers of twenties.

to realize is to believe,
to find you in song.

i seem to hear everything—
words and conversations,
i hear the wind,
it’s flickering
in and out.

the doors are shutting,
it’s revolving and i’m spinning.

i live to exist
not in time but in this,
in hypertrophy,
but not as you think.

i extend in cells,
i become to be,
i break to find,
i extend my life
to expand in time.

i believed in you
as i believed in this.

truth unraveled in the pause.
it takes two to tango,
but one to let go.

words by dominic riccitello
Sep 3, 2025

cracked

to write for you
is to find you—
to breathe inside the details

i write to uncover what lingers
the moments
the scatter of difference
the existence just out of sight

i find you in thought
in depth between you and i

i translate time
into fragments
into longing

you stand in doorways
screaming
learning
until the echo folds
and i finally let you go

words by dominic riccitello
Aug 12, 2025

to touch you

i wonder if time finds you
between doors of hallways
longing devotion of memories
we leave each other in

i remember your face
i long for your skin atop my arms
the grasp of you
interlocking into me
and i feel you here
and i feel you everywhere

to read the pages
like chapters and victories
mercy chilling between
cubes of ice in piercing memories
and i find this
scabs on my back
sunburned yet bruised and frolicked

i find you here
between each blade of grass
they say it might be greener
yet i revel in the distance

time is of the essence
i burn the candles
exist in sin
to taste
i caress
words on sheets

the wind folds itself around me
like you once did in quiet hours
it carries the dust of your breath
and lays it in the corners of my ribs

in dreams i open doors
to rooms that do not exist
still i know where to walk
still i know where you stand

your shadow sways
in the rhythm of old light
and i step toward it
without knowing if i can return

some days i forget
only to remember more
the way you looked at me
like the sky was something we could touch

words by dominic riccitello
Aug 1, 2025

lighter

i find myself within consciousness,
begging to carve
a shape from the blur.
doors shift in motion—
some open,
some vanish,
some were never there.

i long to exist
in the hush of nostalgia,
where breath was lighter,
and silence sang
of what we once called real.

time, burnt and folded,
etches me in place—
each second a scar,
a whisper on skin
that no longer flinches.

i am reminded
by the splits in pavement—
even the earth
can’t always hold itself together.

yet here i stand,
cracked,
still listening
for a door that opens
in temperance,
in softness—

i waver through emotion,
blurred by conversations
with ghosts of myself.
existence in the pits,
books hurled in silence,
yet i remain.

i sit beneath
the hands of the man i once was,
holding lips
beyond the tick
of what we used to be—
together,

before time
stopped asking
if we were ready.

words by dominic riccitello