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Tag Archives: sensual
Claim
Some kind of tender, hard to find its truest name– words fail to claim touch. Advertisements
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Tagged claim, haiku, John Biscello, love, name, passion, Poetry, sensual, tender, touch, words
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Medicine
No exam needed, she just wanted to be held– Medicine through touch.
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Tagged affection, doctor, exam, haiku, heart, John Biscello, love, medicine, nurse, poem, sensual, touch
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Seize
It is how the mouth plays chords the lips keep time to– Kiss, erring to seize.
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Tagged chords, erring, John Biscello, kiss, lips, mouth, music, passion, poemm haiku, pulse, sensual
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Knead
From hips to belly, the distance between longing and bare knead, swelling.
Sheath
Dancing blue-black flame soloing among soft sheaths– ballet’s fragrant leaps. (Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)
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Tagged Artwork, ballet, blue rose, flower, Georgia O' Keefe, haiku, John Biscello, painter, painting, poem, sensual
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Burn While Reading
Touch, how her body becomes a pulsing slate of Braille, your fingers, unfinished, running on
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Tagged body, Braille, erotic, John Biscello, kiss, love, lust, play, poem, sensual
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Song for the Meek
It has finally come, bearing a fount of bruised petals, blood-pink and white and reigning silvered silence, the year the meek inherit the earth, the plight of sensuous souls flown within to claim tenderest grace on loan from God’s rimless … Continue reading
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Tagged God, grace, John Biscello, meek, Poetry, rebirth, renaissance, romantic, romanticism, sensual, silence, spirit, words
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Arc
It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.
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Tagged art nouveau, Artwork, erotic, Gustav Klimt, John Biscello, kiss, lips, love, lovers, lust, painting, poem, Poetry, sensual, spirit
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Scorpion
Scorpion, who fears thy immortal symmetry imprinted upon a lidless void? Who dares tread upon your inky black trail of shelled pearls and amative resin? You, Sex, You, Death, You, primordial sleep and whipped wake of Pan’s ancient cloven song– … Continue reading
Star
By solitude’s star, on any given night, a twinning may occur to praise phenomena, our bodies, alight, infused with never-ending gospel.
