Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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Apr 11, 2017
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When is it too right but too wrong to be right?
Apr 8, 2017
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to twist your legs to twist your heart fall in love in the dark we wake our rapids fall in love with the beginning nostalgic for memories of what was from what could’ve been we round our wishes to hold our ground he pul…
Apr 5, 2017
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his hands grip the edge of our bed shaken and stirred how you can fall in love with broken hands two ghosts in the sheets a devilish man with handsome teeth lips like lightning and arms like wrong turns to feel our warm…
Apr 4, 2017
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You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.
Apr 3, 2017
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his pulse against my ribs the wind sways in the background breeze drifts things end anger escalates he takes hands like he takes hearts locking them in the dark holding shadows to a game where he knows the rules but fai…
Mar 31, 2017
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Making love with strangers is how you get hurt.
Mar 28, 2017
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tables turned to tables twist to miss the days of eternal bliss with hell twined you call forth in the wind of our sorrow we divide to abide by the love of a once desire the clock strikes eleven air sets on fire pain in…
Mar 23, 2017
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The beauty was nothing made sense. We were complex. We were intricate. We were designed with flaws which seemed to make everything perfect. But the defining word is seem. We don’t see what’s in front of us until it’s aw…
Mar 22, 2017
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the sand feels nice between the fingers of our youth touch you to taste you oasis feeds the fumes i felt for you we tango to our past to jazz with hands closed grips tight the wade consumes our essence your aura feels l…
Mar 20, 2017
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a hand atop your chest the warmth of your breast with legs twist i feel your pulse with my knee the soft of your thighs how they speak to me mountains make drafts the way i do with words as you grasp my hand we find eac…