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Tag Archives: tender
Twilight
Twilight is seductively meek. Every day, at day’s end, it inherits the earth through valentine quivers and softcore volitions of symmetry— the sky, at its supple mercy, bruises so easily, pale liminal purple adoring the tenderest wounds between lovers merging … Continue reading
Slowtorch
Beneath the cauterized furies, and unspent silences, amounting to greater deficit, there is, and always has been, at heart’s nimbus base, a soft, wistful melancholy, not unlike the adagio threads of rain silvering the opened palms of a small child, … Continue reading
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Tagged heart, John Biscello, love, melancholy, nostalgia, poem, Poetry, sad clown, slowtorch, tender, wistful
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Margin
Beyond these margins, lies something that is yours, yes, an intimate claim.
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Tagged buried, claim, haiku, intimacy, John Biscello, mystery, poem, Poetry, soul, spirit, tender
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Claim
Some kind of tender, hard to find its truest name– words fail to claim touch.
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Tagged claim, haiku, John Biscello, love, name, passion, Poetry, sensual, tender, touch, words
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N.
Sssshhh, gently now, gently, Love, the slippered guest, the tender trespasser, enters the house of wet leaves, softly, finger pressed to asking lips, no more questions, just this: the sound of rain, pealing, to bless storied thirst.
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Tagged dedication, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rain, slippers, ssshhh, story, tender, whisper
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Prelude
Small, slow kiss, followed by lips mowing soft petals– How to eat a rose.
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Tagged haiku, John Biscello, kiss, love, mowing, passion, petals, poem, prelude, red, rose, tender
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Sacrament
The tenderest shoots, she offered as nuptials– Blood, green to the touch.
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Tagged blood, haiku, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, ritual, sacrament, shoots, spirit, tender, water
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Valentine
Our Lady of Eternal Valentines, forever bestowing tenderest mercy and heart-shaped harbor to the world’s sorrowful lot.
Unlearned
We are God’s longing to know herself on intimate, unfettered terms, human to the radiant touch and tenderest basking, infinitely unlearned.
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Tagged bask, devotion, expression, God, intimacy, John Biscello, love, poem, praise, tender, unlearned
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First Love, Winter
Boy and girl, sledding tongues, no words— Winter, gloves off.
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Tagged cold, crush, first love, haiku, John Biscello, kids, poem, snow, tender, warm, Winter
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