Dominic Riccitello
Aug 2, 2014

becoming the tiger

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i see you vividly which questions my sanity but i know i’m not crazy because crazy doesn’t know insane it’s not the rain, it’s not the shade and it’s not the fire brigade at your step yes, sometimes i am the mouse while you’re the tiger i trust as you thrust top-shelf bullshit through your mouth i remember north and how i cried at south the way i ran through mountains without knowing the route lost without a compass while you were columbus or just an undercover buccaneer holding all my fears a response is all i asked – nothing more yet you knew war like i knew the door i ask, i call, i float the shore looking for answers that lead to abyss occasionally i see you, but i know it’s not you i know your hair, your skin, your scent and every part of your being they say i adore, but i lust for a memory of what once was it was never you, it might’ve been the moment, how we danced the way i basked, the way i knew chance we were just a tidal in the eve waiting for the dark to take over but i know one day over my shoulder i’ll remember october to my closure, the exposure and our moment older and older, but the coaster will be over my home, my love, my nova, as you know, i will be sober your odor will linger, but it’ll no longer be at your leisure