my ricky is every dollar spent 

and every missing hour

the oceans motions and pure devotion

my ricky is unyielding longing

and the sweat on my brow

the spit in my mouth that isn't mine

the water under the bridge that bubbles up and over it

my ricky is the hallowed breath of accompanied nights

the crook of a neck and the nose nestled into it

and every reformation and reworking

my ricky is the systematic windings of vacant thought

and the circular motion of obsession