Tag Archives: lust

Locomotive

Posted on December 15, 2025 by John Biscello

You didn’t dream her, you who are slowly climbing aboard a locomotive, being watched, so you feel, by whom? The needling press and burn of eyes on your back, itchy hot collar, you scratch, you cough, you take a … Continue reading →

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Postcard from the Edge

Posted on August 20, 2025 by John Biscello

On a chrome operating table, an umbrella and a sewing machine make love. Are about to make love. Have already made love. One or the other or the other. It is industrial burlesque in a vintage Parisian postcard bearing a … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged love, lust, moon, Poetry, postcard, Prose, romance, secret affair, sewing machine, Surrealism, umbrella | Leave a comment

Conjugal

Posted on February 19, 2025 by John Biscello

Hoarfrost mingling with spring dew– Hunger, sated to bloom.

Posted in Poetry | Tagged dew, frost, hunger, life, lust, poem, seasons, sensual, spring, Winter | Leave a comment

Rabbit Season

Posted on February 7, 2024 by John Biscello

The love hotel under the overcast afternoon sky. Thick mottled clouds. Two rabbits perched on a crescent moon, backs turned to the viewer. Earth and sky mixed, how lust has room for all seasons. The love hotel is about 100 … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged conjugal, longing, love hotel, lust, poem, prison, Prose, rabbits, sketch, the lovers, V-day, valentines | Leave a comment

Stopover

Posted on October 23, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. In the fast season of love hotels lusting cast melding prefers dark.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, japan, love hotel, lust, moon, niigata, poem, rabbits, tryst | Leave a comment

Newsflash

Posted on August 11, 2022 by John Biscello

Heaven commits the meek to memory. Amnesia forgets itself to leaven the uninhibited rise of days lusting after dreams this side up.

Posted in Poetry | Tagged dreams, Heaven, lust, new and old, poem, why not | Leave a comment

Rainy Day Woman

Posted on June 1, 2022 by John Biscello

When Lucy left the café, I saw her open her umbrella before stepping out into the rain. Her umbrella was red. Her long wool coat was black. These colors, as harmony, stitched together by the rain, echoed within me for … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, photography, Prose | Tagged colors, excerpt, lust, no one dreams in color, novel, obsession, rain, rainy woman | Leave a comment

The Longing Hour

Posted on May 24, 2022 by John Biscello

We stayed up until dawn. We talked a lot, covering a wide range of topics, from werewolves to failed relationships to family dysfunction. We watched the Home Shopping Network, Callie pretending to buy things, then we watched several episodes of … Continue reading →

Posted in Books, photography, Prose | Tagged bob ross, excerpt, leonardcohen, lust, no one dreams in color, noir, novel, winnie the pooh | Leave a comment

Waves

Posted on October 14, 2021 by John Biscello

At the faltering edge, where possibility meets a stolen glance, and guilt whispers discreetly to us the manner in which we must transgress, we traded breath for flame, and burned through every last vestige of decency, beneath our bodies shameless … Continue reading →

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There Was a Time

Posted on October 14, 2021 by John Biscello

Coiled within the echo and ceremony of longing, I tremble between memory’s flitting tease of my belly and hers, how they almost touched, erring a slow burn course by which the word made flesh could stalk itself, from a favored … Continue reading →

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