Tag Archives: intimacy

Room for Two or More

Posted on September 7, 2026 by John Biscello

Touch as the residing magnetic compass and Braille for lovers in a dark eyeless room, or, the scale value of myopic intimacy through fucks graciously given.

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Lush Life

Posted on September 7, 2026 by John Biscello

Conundrum to my common ache and feted fevers, place me under your tongue’s secrets for safekeeping, and the cherished prospect of going down like hard candy in a throat closing to darken the rent of rapture from lush.

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Domain

Posted on September 7, 2026 by John Biscello

Her body, a puzzling slate and feral dominion suspended erringly between there and not, and I, tonal witness to the intimacy of her absence, function by rounded turns at a loss for words– Silence, the lasting grammar of ruins and … Continue reading →

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Domain

Posted on April 20, 2026 by John Biscello

In the latent vernacular of gist— mind breaths in space time crystallized as rapt intimacies give the dreaming voice its human due and proof of residence— Fading tracks the ghostly course of diminishing returns within a poem’s lasting domain and … Continue reading →

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Compass

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

It could be called Variations on Love, how we find each other again and again, in different modes and phases, nearness teased out of growth’s grinning desire to story and multiply, to bring lives into exquisite sync and pulse— This, … Continue reading →

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Enclosure

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

Her body, her body breaking in time, a vivid stutter and scratch, repeated in my mind’s amateur attempts to braid or grasp what amounts to sand in wind— Life, oh life, a series of manic shutters and twitches, threaded to … Continue reading →

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Intimate Measures

Posted on December 3, 2025 by John Biscello

It is a lonely road. The road made of words. The words stay put. The feelings don’t. The words crystallize, become the flambed edges of something soft in the center. It is a struggle within, and a turn-on, mud-wrestling false … Continue reading →

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Feathers

Posted on September 16, 2025 by John Biscello

As she moved her bladed hips beneath him, small dark starshaped birds tore out of her hips, nipping at the air, and were then immediately sucked back into her hips, as if by an invisible vacuum. He stopped, and asked—What … Continue reading →

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Glare

Posted on June 22, 2025 by John Biscello

We are dreamwalkers punctuated by reveries and long listless spells of want. Conjugal in our misgiven symmetries, our lives readily become us by frayed skeins of intimacy and sensual haunt.

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Penumbra

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

We practice intimacy in scales, from a near warmed distance— a concentrated swath of light, calling us forth, entreats our internal orphan to find fugitive solace in the softly respiring aura of solitude.

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