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Tag Archives: passion
Communion
She knows who she is, the one who placed a piece of the moon under my tongue when I wasn’t looking, now, when I speak of night, light follows, to gild my bated communion.
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Tagged communion, dedication, John Biscello, love, moon, passion, poem, romance, words
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Sate
It was there, right there, between the sated tensions of sensual crumple and pulp, that the softest paring left desire’s wending veins exposed.
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Tagged John Biscello, love, passion, poem, Poetry, sate, throb, wend
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Veil
So this is the mouth which has given lather and freight to scabbed pearls, this, the passage, where screaming daisies have weeded out spells of violence to sunder Beauty’s veil.
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Tagged Beauty, John Biscello, love, passion, pearls, poem, sunder, veil, words
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Mend
To possess, in eyes leveling a raised smolder, here, there are no rules or fences, only a blatant running of stitches to the sun’s sheerest mend.
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Tagged eyes, John Biscello, lust, mend, passion, poem, possession, stitches, sun
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Note to Self
Words, the right ones, ripe and engorged, outgrow the necessary dark inside you and, abiding the laws of catch and release, demand light, air, voice. Beware atrophy, the root killer, and do not leave language, ingrown, unattended.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged existential, John Biscello, language, passion, poem, self, words
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Gravity
The only voice of hers I know is in my head, frozen to an untouched form, lying, bedwarmed, in gravity’s stead.
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Tagged absence, bed, gravity, John Biscello, passion, poem, wonder
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Perigee
It cannot be held in tongues, the veering arc of this perigee, ice-hot moon, rounded, throbbing to full, lightly crushing the sea’s glittering fount of lace.
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Tagged John Biscello, moon, passion, poem, romance, sea, sensual
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Votive
There she is, luscious votive to my jagged script, contours engaged to flesh out missive, sealed in hot wax, lightly scented.
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Tagged John Biscello, missive, passion, poem, Poetry, sensual, votive
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Dare
Shelling, till hips grafted a wild rush of air, bone rubbing against empty, this flint, improvising a dare.
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.
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Tagged cosmos, dream, God, John Biscello, lovers, night, passion, poem, sky, Stars
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