Eden

Early morning. Turning to face you.
First kiss, skin on skin,
to claim holy fire
coiled in mortal intimacy.
I know that one day I will die
to you, you to me, Time bruises softly.
Sense of ephemera
compels me to draw you closer,
to warm my hand on your cheek,
to say something, anything
to make you smile,
to ignite that beacon
in which I bask
silently grateful.
To savor, to cherish.
The hidden vocabulary
of my heart
is reduced to essentials,
its rowing simple and direct.
I love you.
There is no need to invent new words,
new modes of being,
when first kiss, skin on skin,
renews itself
for the sake of Eden’s ageless memory.
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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, novelist, poet, performer, playwright and filmmaker, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of six novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, No Man’s Brooklyn, The Last Furies, and No One Dreams in Color; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag, two poetry collections, Arclight and Moonglow on Mercy Street; and a fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll, illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama. He also adapted classic fables, which were paired with the vintage illustrations of artist, Paul Bransom, for the collection: Once Upon a Time, Classic Fables Reimagined. His plays have been staged and performed both nationally and internationally.
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