Tag Archives: kissing

Masks

Posted on December 27, 2023 by John Biscello

You are about to kiss and be kissed. There is the matter of masks. You remove the first one, which is to say the outermost mask. Your lover removes her first one, and then her second. She is ahead of … Continue reading →

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Starfishing

Posted on February 23, 2020 by John Biscello

In the hazy evening smolder (somewhere there is a fire, sirens sounding alarm) you dream of her as a jellied starfish suctioned to your face until breathing becomes a revised species of flirtation and you relinquish your lips to the … Continue reading →

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Boy and Girl

Posted on December 16, 2018 by John Biscello

I remember the time, Anya, when my mother asked about you and me. I was thirteen. My mother’s sickness was in its early stages. She had already turned the couch in the living-room into her sickbed. She hated lying … Continue reading →

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First Time, Forever

Posted on February 23, 2018 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.) What are we gonna do with ourselves Daniel? Like right now? Like ever. Are you gonna go to college? I don’t know, but I don’t think so. Why you’re smart? … Continue reading →

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Breathing Lessons

Posted on February 18, 2018 by John Biscello

One night Anya and I were hanging out in my living room. My father was in Atlantic City. My mother was dead. Had been for almost three years at that point. Anya and I had the place to … Continue reading →

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Miracle

Posted on January 5, 2018 by John Biscello

When kissing, we initiated our tongues to slow, deep, fevered tango, wresting the rabid miracle of pink from thin, slitted air.

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Kissing

Posted on November 7, 2017 by John Biscello

She told me, and I quote: “As a pagan-gnostic-pop-mystic, my religion is kissing– the ground, stones, twigs, children’s nubby fingers, hems of clothing, mouths.” To prove her word devout, she kissed me on the lips, then deeper, and I received … Continue reading →

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First Snow

Posted on October 24, 2017 by John Biscello

Upon first snow’s feathery kissing of bare limbs, interlocked, we will know ourselves as Nature, never truly apart, the sheer force of dream on white too powerful to sever.

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Kiss/Sing

Posted on May 26, 2017 by John Biscello

It is the first and lasting kiss of breathless lovers archived in a recursive loop, the stripping of cinema to its barest flammable proof.

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