Crush

There was
pillowtalk in her eyes,
underscored
by her mouth’s
bated languour;
Sundays
curled in her lap
with feline ease,
slow jazz
dreams
on holiday,
whiskered
softly
between her thighs
and pinkest belly;
she wanted
nothing to do
with volume
or time,
shooed it away
with rolled-up bouquets
of prose and verses;
leave me
silently
stretched supine
in my quivering barest,
my bangingest squelch,
and come
to agonize
over me
in the bluest hours,
when light
hits the bruises
just so,
guiding your sunder
and crush,
as above,
so below.

 

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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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  1. A favorite, full of desire. The bangingest

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