Love’s Sweet Nothing

Is there anything
than the beautiful
that gets done with
gingered languour
that full-of-sweet
when you are
lying in bed
next to someone you love
and after having participated
in each other’s mysteries
with a relish
near to grieving
you simply lie there
side by side
side by side
having annulled time
in the way that only
animals and angels can
side by side
holding hands
deliciously full
of sweet nothing
which is love’s other name
and the only thing that’s happening
the only thing that matters
in your world
is this nothing
this love
and when her voice
a softly tapering stream
that you dream aloud
and tell her a story
you tell her the story
about the girl
that came from the sea
dripping lacy white jewels
and the boy who
followed her
to the ends of the earth
to this bed
where sweet nothing time
reigned supreme
where love
bruised the best kind
of softly.



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 three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, 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 Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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7 Responses to Love’s Sweet Nothing

  1. Maybe we just like each other’s endings.
    It’s perfect


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