Tag Archives: passion

Set Course

Posted on May 23, 2018 by John Biscello

The love I don’t get to live with her, I am going to have to live and attend, sublimely, through fiction, there are only so many lives to choose from, to assume gracefully, so many courses upon which the sun … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 9 Comments

Requite

Posted on May 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Real lovers, brave ones, requite to the nth degree, nestled snugly in a hollow shaped to fit their bodies, they assume joint custody of Beauty as they fully twine and engage.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Gloam

Posted on May 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Fretted, to beckon gloam, and slant felt shadows, I cannot hold what was never mine to grasp.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Communion

Posted on May 14, 2018 by John Biscello

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.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Sate

Posted on May 14, 2018 by John Biscello

It was there, right there, between the sated tensions of sensual crumple and pulp, that the softest paring left desire’s wending veins exposed.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Veil

Posted on May 14, 2018 by John Biscello

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.  

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 31 Comments

Mend

Posted on May 14, 2018 by John Biscello

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.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Note to Self

Posted on May 13, 2018 by John Biscello

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 , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Gravity

Posted on May 13, 2018 by John Biscello

The only voice of hers I know is in my head, frozen to an untouched form, lying, bedwarmed, in gravity’s stead.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Perigee

Posted on May 11, 2018 by John Biscello

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.          

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment