Tag Archives: passion

Climate

Posted on April 20, 2018 by John Biscello

Her fractures, to mend, begged a lacy run of slowmelt kisses– As above, so below.

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Dryad

Posted on April 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Dryad, in velvet bells, platforms, and heart-shaped shades– Boughs, cited to flare.

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Satyr

Posted on April 19, 2018 by John Biscello

I found him, wanting, satyr’s swell of thorny play– fondling fresh, green grass.

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Claim

Posted on April 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Some kind of tender, hard to find its truest name– words fail to claim touch.

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Seize

Posted on April 11, 2018 by John Biscello

It is how the mouth plays chords the lips keep time to– Kiss, erring to seize.

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Knead

Posted on April 10, 2018 by John Biscello

From hips to belly, the distance between longing and bare knead, swelling.

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Prelude

Posted on April 10, 2018 by John Biscello

Small, slow kiss, followed by lips mowing soft petals– How to eat a rose.

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Sylvia Plath

Posted on April 4, 2018 by John Biscello

To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading →

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Savor

Posted on March 29, 2018 by John Biscello

It is that mouth, pursed, sentencing savor to burn, to kiss, between lines.

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Jean Rhys

Posted on March 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Large cats stalk authors, same as authors prey to fast– Hunger, in plain sight.

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