Tag Archives: ache

Dawn

Posted on October 16, 2022 by John Biscello

Between lisping partitions of rain we ache. We long. It has been called this mortal longing this calculation of histories of distances. We seek the symmetries of lost hours in threads of rain falling graying glaring we reach between to … Continue reading →

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What A Little Moonlight Can Do

Posted on November 10, 2020 by John Biscello

In that place of memory and moonlight where dreams pool into soft beautiful wrecks, I found her, casually adrift in a limbo of her own legislation, and at the slightest touch, under she went, the moonlight left trembling in remembrance … Continue reading →

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Mystery

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

It’s strange how you can miss someone you’ve never met as if the ache bears a secret history exclusive to its own sense of mystery and rivet.

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Ghostlight

Posted on June 2, 2018 by John Biscello

It could be like this. Early morning, light milkpooling at the edges of your bed, dawnfrost bleaching your bare feet and subtly wriggling toes softly phantom, and I follow the erogenous ghost past your shins, to the rounded pate of … Continue reading →

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Outlet

Posted on May 15, 2018 by John Biscello

Kiss my shame, she said, the moistened outlet to my sealed-in history, run your tongue, but gentle now, gentle, over my heart-shaped booboo, make it sing, as if the moon, a secret maestro, was drawing the most beautiful notes from … Continue reading →

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Braid

Posted on November 6, 2017 by John Biscello

How quickly we forget the nearness of grief, and remember, with rated thorns, a past nettled to braid.

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