Tag Archives: passion

Froth

Posted on May 8, 2018 by John Biscello

There was pulsing, and founting, the sea caked around her ankles like silky ribbons of froth. It was just a dream, but still I found her, throbbing through dawn.

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Holy

Posted on May 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Unbridled, the holy seethe, touching upon lips, to reinvent the kiss as barest gospel.

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Breeze

Posted on May 8, 2018 by John Biscello

It was the way she danced with words when no one was looking, the slant and tease, fastening my burn to the summer dress spelling out her form to my fingers, their covet to brand and possess, breezing lightly the … Continue reading →

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Hide

Posted on May 8, 2018 by John Biscello

I am guilty of having poured too many words on top, too many phrases turned to silver coins massaged into the gaping eternity of palms, I have done my best to imitate the rain, and have failed, but how fucking … Continue reading →

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Brink

Posted on May 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Her hips, bladed just so, moved sharply in sync to the slothful slake of honey, slowpoured to christen the edge and brink of longing. Lazy Sundays between her thighs were my favorite holidays away from me in the nearest heaven … Continue reading →

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Air

Posted on May 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Cherish, the strayest fibers thinning mouth to prayer, airing lips this side of kiss.

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Wordplay

Posted on May 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Savor, how words, transgressing grammar, mate in the middle of a sentence and melt, when no one is looking.

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Cinch

Posted on May 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Where you are not, I have found just cause for form, blanks folded and tucked, to cinch gapes and frayed cords.

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Perspective

Posted on May 6, 2018 by John Biscello

There are lace panties, and there are cliffs. When considering a jump, note the hazards, and the marked distinction between diving in or off.

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I Do Not Say

Posted on May 6, 2018 by John Biscello

I do not say I love you, but I notice how your fingers twine and wrap around empty, tracing broken circles in the air when you are nervous. I do not say I love you, but there is a spot … Continue reading →

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