Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet - A collection of writing by Dominic Riccitello — intimate conversations, personal essays, and poetic reflections on relationships, loss, and self-discovery.

Mar 26, 2026

taste

details in you
are where i remember
a desire worth longing for
something that lingers
just beneath skin
just beyond words

i break into pieces
slowly
to taste you
to touch you
to etch you
into places i can’t explain

we perch atop buildings
above everything we’ve known
the grasp
the taste
the roughness of your fingers
tracing meanings into me

i taste you in symmetry
in the balance we pretend to hold
divided fingers i grip
tight enough to feel you stay

teeth against your ears
breath caught between seconds

can you taste this
the way it lives in the air
i’d die for you
just to feel it once more
can you feel this

the drips
the drop
the slow pull of time

the sweat along your
lips — i taste you here
where everything softens
beside the warmth of sheets
that hold what we don’t say

the moments
drawn out longer than they should be
the aggression
the power
the quiet underneath it

it slips between the cracks
in the sheets
in the spaces we leave open

i feel you
even when you pull away

can you feel this

words by dominic riccitello
Mar 22, 2026

between ourselves

to ease into how i melt
by the ways of water
i release into
the motion of rapids i lean toward

i twine myself in my mind
wrapping edges of branches
like kelp in sand
i work for you
between the moons we chase at night

i repeat to bend
the name of you at my end
i let it sit
until it slips from what it was

and i taste to love
licking the edges of the envelope
poetry against stone
something held
before it falls apart

i take you in desire
of the fire burning in my hands
the touch
a madness i don’t name
but keep

and i take you
as you come
not as i want
but close enough to stay

there’s something in it
i don’t follow
something that moves
before i understand

i have felt this before
at night
but not where it stays
like this

it lingers somewhere
between breath
and the space after

and i want
i don’t finish it

i hold you
in the way things leave

right here
as it shifts
as it almost becomes

and still

i stay
as if it might evolve

words by dominic riccitello
Mar 19, 2026

delilah

to touch lights
in ways we melt into
things we say
and words, how they skip
between cracks of the streets
we walk through on nights where
temperature peaks and feels
almost
at ease

i taste to touch
to feel, to bask
to sign my name in meanings
in choices i seek in this life
and we make our ways
to hideaways with names like
delilah

i touch these moments
between broken-down vices
and i sleep between words
white sheets
broken meanings you believe
you feel in moments like this

i remind you to remember this
a touch felt poetic
sudden grasps of accidents
and i make you
to touch you,
to rise from the confidence i speak

i look at you in ways i can’t say
in moments only you can feel
we take this time
i ask for it
not to keep it, but to
remember it
in my mind
like times like this
and i expect you to know
to ask without question

did i extend it?
did you feel it?
can you taste it?
with hands that can touch
with fingers that can grasp
i leave you here
beside a boulevard of regards
to be between a meaning and a man
to walk within these shoes
to accept it is to feel it

i touch you
in little moments
in expectations you didn’t expect
i hope you feel it
i wrote this for you
do you accept it?

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Mar 6, 2026

our fragments

for this to be
in this life to exist
i pretend to use
words in sentences for what they mean
i paint you in the entirety of how i explain
and if time exists in the way you are
then you are the only thing real to me

because what is real
if not the moment something is felt
and i felt you
in the quiet parts of my mind
in the places where thought dissolves
and something softer remains

at night i find
the creeks to be calming
their slow voices
moving over stone and memory
to know we exist in this life
or is this a dream to me
but i believe the little rocks
that float in longing
the way they move without asking
the way they belong to the current

and maybe we are like that
small things carried by time
touching briefly
before the water decides

and bliss finds me
in the horrors of what we called
a street i can’t even call
home because
it feels to not exist in
this life
walls that remember voices
corners that held our silence
places where we stood
pretending the world was simple

i believe we intersected and swapped
something between our hands
something invisible
something that changed the air

the universe i feel lives in the parallel
a second version of this place
where time folds gently
and the choices we made
still echo somewhere else

intersections sometimes meet
briefly
quietly
like two lines learning each other
before separating again

but we pray to find something else
something that stays
something that does not dissolve
when morning comes

in this time
in this life
in the fragile moment
where we remember
that even passing things
can feel like forever

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Feb 24, 2026

it’s windy

in solitude i remember moments
roads we cling to
before the hinges broke
on doors we swung

i stand in the revolving
trying to find myself in electricity
in the magnitude of what we become
yet i perceive you in flashes
in the way the glass taps the counter
the granite we chose in the fall of nineteen

to become is what we feel
we feel what we become
in the years we gave to time
and i commend you
in this
and in bliss

and i long for time
not because it exists
but because it was

we stand in our truth and hold still
i find you here between sprinklers
the grass grows and sometimes it burns
we carry this to bring something forth

i’m not sure if you loved
i’m not sure if you feel
i’m not sure if any of this was real

but it was to me

and if time feels real
then it is

and i equate you with what i exist inside
in time
in bliss
in heaven
and in the wind of what you call this

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Feb 5, 2026

35

we relay in fragments
shadows behind mirrors
we form ourselves in steps
in the sway we make as we pace

i find triumph between words
conversations left at doors
we make ourselves in turns
the twirl of our years

we spin in questions
in formation
in pumpkins in the fall

we grab jagged daggers
hands forward tied backward
we’re dancing with knives
bullets of wind
the echo inside what this is

i listen for you
that sound the crackle the density
the way wax melts and builds

we pool our thoughts
in this and in you
and we is how we found it

i loved you in the ether
in timeless classics
in the way your mouth twists

i touch you
yet i leave you
so something can remain
without us

people believe we come to find
i believe we are here to exist
to learn
to desire in this bliss

we echo at stage right
and i stand ever so tall
we leave lessons for ourselves
the bends
the questions
the hesitation

i told you
this is what we made it
this is what this is

triumph is misery
misery without hesitation
life between the mist
the fog of our years

i told you i would find you here
between years of thirty five

words by dominic riccitello
Dec 31, 2025

2025

i lean into reasons
how the sky reads and pages burn
clouds fade into things we speak
into existence in quiet rooms
and i ask for you in forms
in windows i drive by
to see you in reflection
is the only thing real to me

i fade into time
in clocks
in the tick
the sound of you
we’re spinning in circles
i’m crawling from hell
and i take you
i accept you
i read into moments

i stay in the in-between
in pauses
in almosts
in the breath before names
i watch my hands forget
what they were holding
i listen for you
in the quiet after noise
in rooms that remember
even when we don’t

i measure distance
in footsteps
in streetlights
in how long it takes
to miss you
i count the space
between thoughts
between knocks at the door
between wanting
and asking

we break into two
when the tip hits the top
we stand in time
wondering to wander
existing to prosper
and i etch this
into my feet
into the ground
into what i call this
when i call for the sound

we break in time
i find myself in years
between shadows in night
the dim of the bathroom
the noises in night
i accept you
i still look for you
the sound in me
that sound i remember

do you feel this?

i walk beside the window
and i walk between lights
i stood outside the doorway
we didn’t speak words
but we talked anyway

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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

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