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Tag Archives: passion
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
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
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
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Tagged angels, erotic, John Biscello, love, lust, passion, poem, sex, spirit
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Mystery
It’s strange how you can miss someone you’ve never met as if the ache bears a secret history exclusive to its own sense of mystery and rivet.
Red Alert
While the beauty and magmic intensity of Vesuvius is something to behold it pales in comparison to Pele’s fire-lipped swallowing of entire islands leaving a blanket of hot ash on a roiling sea where men sacrifice bleeding hearts to the … Continue reading
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Tagged fire, John Biscello, lava, love, nature, passion, pele, poem, romance, vesuvius
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Wordburn
Between the call of bodies, testing the ream of vocabulary’s limits, words exact their talent for slow burn, and quicken to replenish.
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Tagged body, John Biscello, love, lust, passion, poem, sensual, words
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