Slow-Dancing for Beginners

It is not about holding her perfect,
just so, in a prescribed manner,
but rather, can you slowpour your breath
into one another’s hips
and clefts while swaying?
It is the mutual pressing
of scars together, a controlled
friction that teaches your hidden
wounds to sing, raising
the pitch of tenderpink
to soprano, exploding shells
of outworn scabs
until the cadence is one of
melting. How to begin?
Take her hand,
lock your gaze with hers,
and simply ask: May I have this dance?
Music optional.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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