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Tag Archives: lovers
Twine
Stars, numinous beads and cursive drag of ghostlight outerwear, how God models etheric bling, and jazz, to catch the breath and flammable fancy of lovers, innocent by turns, falling, softly, softly, in twining burning pairs.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cosmos, dream, God, John Biscello, lovers, night, passion, poem, sky, Stars
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Freeze
Ice skating past dark, on a frozen pond, alone– Where they swam, last spring. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, black, Blue, freeze, haiku, John Biscello, love, lovers, Mark Rothko, mood, poem, pond, spring
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Haste
Through the looking glass, lovers caught multiplying, like rabbits in haste. (Photo by Brassai)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Brassai, haiku, John Biscello, looking glass, lovers, Mirror, multiples, photo, poem, rabbits
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Tilt
A mirror, tilted, starkly pooling lovers self-similar turns and views of each other: I am I, you are you, qualifiers blurred and dissolved in a furious crossing of ritual desires.
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Tagged erotic, John Biscello, Literary, love, lovers, Mirror, poem, Poetry, reflections
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Arc
It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.
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Tagged art nouveau, Artwork, erotic, Gustav Klimt, John Biscello, kiss, lips, love, lovers, lust, painting, poem, Poetry, sensual, spirit
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Riddle
The small, dark, wet comma clefting our words, is the bated riddle of love on God’s silver tongue.
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Tagged comma, devotion, dream, God, John Biscello, love, love poem, lovers, Poetry, sentence, tongue
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Wait for Me
There is no waiting, not really. Only bated suspension between commas, axles and imports; the spaces between lovers lie in fertile fields fed by small gods and nameless faeries who, by sacred squalls of weeping, consecrate the soil’s underlying reap. … Continue reading
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Tagged courtship, dream, John Biscello, love, love poem, lovers, poem, Poetry, romance, suspension, time, timeless, wait
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Vintage
Lovers reign by kiss, sealing vintage in time-lock– Fated, no recourse.
Hale
Hymn, inside Her, by which lovers pass hale music, and fire, through a needle’s hallowed eye.
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Tagged boy, devotion, fire, girl, her, him, hymn, John Biscello, love, lovers, music, needle's eye, poem, Poetry
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Nin and Miller
Kindred spirit-play, by voice, a million worn pages– currency of love.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anais nin, friends, henry miller, John Biscello, Literary, literature, lovers, passion, poem, Poetry
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