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Tag Archives: intimacy
First Steps
It is not about holding her perfect, just so, in a prescribed manner, but rather, can you slowpour your breath into one another’s hips and clefts, while swaying? It is the mutual pressing of scars together, a controlled friction that … Continue reading
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Tagged burn, dance, dream, intimacy, John Biscello, love, passion, poem, Poetry, romance, slow dance
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Unlearned
We are God’s longing to know herself on intimate, unfettered terms, human to the radiant touch and tenderest basking, infinitely unlearned.
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Tagged bask, devotion, expression, God, intimacy, John Biscello, love, poem, praise, tender, unlearned
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Ravels
At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.
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Tagged Beauty, dark, deveotion, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, luscious, poem, ravels, sadness, text, writing
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Ink
Devotion, the day you ink small miracles in a palm not your own.
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Tagged devotion, dream, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, love, miracles, poem
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Skein
Intimacy, the skeining of desire bound by recourse.
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Tagged Desire, devotion, intimacy, John Biscello, love, lust, poem, Poetry, sexual
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Measure
A sense of removal raveled in intimacy and ghostly union, a sense of closeness achieved on the periphery where fools dance an impossible jig to fulfill absence.
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Tagged art, closeness, creativity, dance, dream, ghosts, intimacy, jig, John Biscello, measure, poem, words
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Drizzle
Listen raptly to the furls of drizzle pecking upon thin glass, and you will come to know how close dreams are to trespassing rare intimacy upon closed worlds and distances.
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Tagged Beauty, bliss, devotion, distance, dreams, drizzle, inspiration, intimacy, John Biscello, joy, love, passion, poem, Poetry, rain, sadness, sorrow
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Praise
Touch, the inviolable charge inciting rent ecstasy between a bright siege of atoms, you, me, nameless, humming, conduits of praise.
Pucker
Pucker, how love concentrates itself into the singular purpose of tendering a kiss to breathe Intimacy, unfettered.
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Tagged breathing, devotion, dream, intimacy, John Biscello, kiss, love, love-making, passion, poem, Poetry, pucker
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Eden
Early morning. Turning to face you. First kiss, skin on skin, to claim holy fire coiled in mortal intimacy. I know that one day I will die to you, you to me, Time bruises softly. Sense of ephemera compels me … Continue reading
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