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Tag Archives: Poetry
Enclosure
Sometimes, it is just a marginal thatch of shadow slivering a cheek, or the rounded vowel of dimple puckering brazenly a bare knee, or the laser surgery performed on my small, fearful history, by a stray, smoldering gaze, it could … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged distance, enclosure, intimacy, John Biscello, kiss, knees, longing, passion, poem, Poetry, shadow, yearning
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Soma
It is, at winter’s finite edge, that we glean the bent, palsied bloom, somatic in its turn toward Spring’s inevitable host.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, bloom, flower, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, seasons, soma, somatic, spirit, spring, Winter
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Gauge
If, in words I found you wanting, lean to perish, would silence bestow a second, surer opinion?
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Tagged communication, exchange, gauge, John Biscello, language, poem, Poetry, relationship, silence, words
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Gist
The manic blush and titter of young love is no serum nor mirage, but rather the gist of bloom martyred so soon to thorns.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bloom, flower, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, romance, thorns, young love
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Cherish
This side of dream, to marvel in sheer trespass and longing, to engage the mystery and riot of skin, by touch and flagrant cherish.
Bask
Rapt, in gratitude, the writer fasting on silence, and slimmest wisps, to gain Beauty’s favor and superlative bask, beyond recognition.
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Tagged bask, Beauty, expression, John Biscello, Literary, Muse, poem, Poetry, writer, writign life
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Bough
Thick blossoms of snow caking the comb-teeth of pines– To rivet, chastely, sublime.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged chaste, John Biscello, nature, pines, poem, Poetry, snow, sublime, tree, Winter
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Grasp
Dawn’s broken promise, an arterial rupturing of light bleeding fevered gold through drawn, dusty blinds, morning, slow to rise, small hands reach out and cannot grasp forever.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dawn, day, forever, hands, John Biscello, Light, morning, new day, poem, Poetry
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First Steps
It is not about holding her perfect, just so, in a prescribed manner, but rather, can you slowpour your breath into one another’s hips and clefts, while swaying? It is the mutual pressing of scars together, a controlled friction that … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged burn, dance, dream, intimacy, John Biscello, love, passion, poem, Poetry, romance, slow dance
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Liason
Adore, the charmed offspring of Love’s prickly liason with Innocence before it ripens and falls.
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Tagged erotic, fall, innocence, John Biscello, kiss, love, lust, play, poem, Poetry, ripe
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