Romanticism 101

If I were there

right there

goggle-eyed and flame-pawed

between her legs

and she began secreting

the deepest most lucid mirrors

and glaze of honey

waft of orange blossoms crushed

and enmeshed in heavy musk

would that appease my hunger

or produce even greater insatiable longing?

oh Romanticism

you thorn-hormonal

child of the stars

you swollen pink infant

with sharp teeth and claws

you

Romanticism

the dead-end crossroads

leading to heaven

to hell

to nowhere at all

really

simply an empty lay

of space

where one can burn away the present

with restless questing

to herd God’s choir of tongues

into something singular and pronounced

or to claim Her secret fire

in things like honey

mirroring the likeness of desire

to its own bubbling fount.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in the high-desert grunge-wonderland of Taos, New Mexico since 2001. He is the author of four novels, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, Nocturne Variations, and No Man’s Brooklyn; 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 produced, full-length plays include: LOBSTERS ON ICE, ADAGIO FOR STRAYS, THE BEST MEDICINE, ZEITGEIST, U.S.A., and WEREWOLVES DON’T WALTZ.

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