I Listen

Dawn. The sea breeze,
salt-fringed, rolls in through
the opened glass doors,
its damp fingers sifting
and touching upon
the cravings,
rent and folds
of our shared bare skin,
It’s like home, you say,
and this makes me dig my nails
in deeper,
like a feral cat, just learning
how to regulate and express its affection
through its claws,
Like a poem, is what you say next,
and I lay my head on your chest
and stay there
no longer the boy I was
the one who used to be terrified
of hearts,
ones belonging to others,
my own,
something about the beating
freaked me out, i.e.,
when I’d place my hand
over my own heart
I couldn’t bear it
it felt too powerful
too real
too something
and I’d quickly withdraw
to spare myself both the effect
and its cause.
I am not that boy anymore.
I let my head stay on your chest,
your breathing a lullaby-raft
upon which I feel safe and secure,
held, and soothed to no end,
I allow my ear to openly receive
the music of your heart, its rabbit-beatings,
I listen, when you tell me
this is all there is,
I listen, when you giggle
at my off-color remarks
involving salt, dust, bones,
honey, and you,
I listen,
when you laugh
at my riff on junkie clowns
staring down nostalgic maraschino sunsets,
and when I ask you
to tell me something good,
something sweet,
and you speak my name, three times, softly,
I listen,
then watch
as you begin to cry,
from open wounds,
soundlessly.

 

 

 

 

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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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7 Responses to I Listen

  1. amberangst says:

    Heart-wrenching and stunning. Thank you for sharing your talents.

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  2. Beautiful again. Love suits you

    Like

  3. Your poetry is stunningly beautiful!

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