N.

Sssshhh, gently now, gently,
Love, the slippered guest,
the tender trespasser,
enters the house of wet leaves,
softly, finger pressed to asking lips,
no more questions, just this:
the sound of rain, pealing,
to bless storied thirst.

 

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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 two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, 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 johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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5 Responses to N.

  1. Auroraboros says:

    This is a great piece. I enjoyed reading it quite a lot.

    Like

  2. a fellow blogger and I were just sharing about our love for rain.
    This is wonderful. (And happy birthday ๐Ÿ™‚ )
    (I love Taos. It’s been years since we visited there, but I will never forget)

    Like

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