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Tag Archives: passion
Waves
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
There Was a Time
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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Tagged flesh is the word, longing, lust, memory, passion, poem, Poetry
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Net
No mantras for this– Fingers, a most delicate and provocative net, cast to capture the spreading pulse of someone else’s longing mirrored in your breath.
Parting
Hiding in plain sight, a lost kiss, unremembered to the parting of lips.
Peony
This peony is an empty house/ In which each of us recaptures night. —Jean Laroche In the panting still of night, a peony, trembling, fragrant, blushing bright against the dark matted vines of memory, in which lovers, tangled and throbbing, … Continue reading
Desire by Any Other Claim
We were walking scarside, had been for a long time. The wind sounded like fading bells, the air smelled of singed salt. I asked her how her heart was holding up. Good, she smiled, it’s floating jellyfishlike in a pool … Continue reading
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Tagged a streetsong named desire, John Biscello, love, passion, poem, the nature of want, walking scarside
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Hands
This is the text which inspired the story I performed in a Story Slam a couple of years back. The theme was “Risk.” Here’s a video clip of the presentation (sorry, it’s sideways, but then again, so am I). One … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged art, courage, dreams, imagination, John Biscello, love, passion, storyslam, storytelling, Taos
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Sate
Excepting the lines, a sated merger, bonding human to divine. (Constantin Brancusi’s “Kiss”)
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Tagged Brancusi, embrace, haiku, John Biscello, kiss, love, man and woman, passion, poem, sculpture
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Likeness
slow beating ache keeping time to breaking lore and softcore myth rising to tease and strip heaven’s knee of its skin my god yes spit and blood and light and yes remixed to teach you and me what angels be … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, erotic, John Biscello, love, lust, passion, poem, sex, spirit
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