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Tag Archives: sensual
Level
Girl, I will write you for a long, seething bask, Light seeks its own level. Advertisements
Peony
The peony came at exactly the right time– The garden smiled, blushed.
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Tagged garden, haiku, John Biscello, love, nature, peony, poem, sensual, spirit
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Love’s Sweet Nothing
Is there anything greater than the beautiful nothing that gets done with gingered languour that full-of-sweet nothing when you are lying in bed next to someone you love and after having participated in each other’s mysteries with a relish near … Continue reading
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Tagged crush, John Biscello, languour rules, love, poem, relish, sensual, sleepytime
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Icarus by Any Other Name
I have imagined her from every possible angle have painted skies with her needlepoint rain and am now defying gravity and leaving behind my body derelict and wasted on the sublime felonies of sunkissed air and singed feathers.
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Tagged feather, gravity, Icarus, John Biscello, love, poem, sensual, weightless
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Crush
There was pillowtalk in her eyes, underscored by her mouth’s bated languour; Sundays curled in her lap with feline ease, slow jazz dreams on holiday, whiskered softly between her thighs and pinkest belly; she wanted nothing to do with volume … Continue reading
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Tagged dionyian, her, John Biscello, lust, poem, sensual, sex, she, tribute
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The Gospel According to Ice Cream
Perfection, this life’s greatest untruth and maligner, see how ice cream summer-melts and runs like happy magma down the ridged wonders of a waffle cone clutched by a child like an edible prayer destined to disappear, one bite at a … Continue reading
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Tagged child, dream, gospel, Heaven, ice cream, ice cream you scream, John Biscello, love, melt, sensual
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Wordburn
Between the call of bodies, testing the ream of vocabulary’s limits, words exact their talent for slow burn, and quicken to replenish.
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Tagged body, John Biscello, love, lust, passion, poem, sensual, words
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Plaything
Fictionalize me, martyr me to your crosses and lost causes, give me a form by which my double can register touch, and seeds of desire, twitching and sputtering in the blue flames of fabulous opera, make me the husky baritone … Continue reading
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Tagged art, creation, Desire, erotic, John Biscello, plaything, poem, sensual, words
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Plume
Your specific brood, and row of white noise, coupled with blood running its own goverment like a harem spooning an undertow, it is there, I loiter, taking notes through the ribbed plume of my softest tongue.
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Tagged erotic, John Biscello, lust, passion, plume, poem, sensual, tongue
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