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Tag Archives: touch
Alone-In
She grew infintely wet, a throbbing void and pulsing slate of Braille and intent– subletting, by touch, urgent spells of hunger to a silent fast.
Mooning
Go outside with a hand mirror on a full moon night. Breathe into the mirror. Then hold the mirror up to the moon at such an angle that moonlight is reflected into the palm of your free hand. Go to … Continue reading
Touch
Bleed a sunset until your hands are dyed maraschino, until your palms are scorched. Then go to bed with someone you love. Undress them slowly. When you reach the unoccupied territory of bare skin, allow your hands to caress unremittingly. … Continue reading
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Tagged intimacy, Light, musing, poem, Prose, sensuality, sun, touch
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Maraschino
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Tagged affection, cherry, Light, lovers, poem, Prose, sun, touch
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Nocturne
In not so many words I found my wanting voice warming and calling out to you almost. It was going to say things about blues and greens I think in relation to the sea in relation to your eyes. I … Continue reading
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Tagged nocturne, noir nights, Prose, sensual, symmetry, touch, voice, words
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What A Little Moonlight Can Do
In that place of memory and moonlight where dreams pool into soft beautiful wrecks, I found her, casually adrift in a limbo of her own legislation, and at the slightest touch, under she went, the moonlight left trembling in remembrance … Continue reading
Distances
We matched distances— parallel tracks of chilled air, merging warm in touch.
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Tagged distance crossing, haiku, intimacy, John Biscello, merger, Poetry, touch, you gots to chill
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Touch
On the day that grace re-entered the atmosphere, there was a hush, a sentient quilt of true silence, that covered the pooling plague of static which had made for ill communication, and everyone feelized deeply the limitless scope and range … Continue reading
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Tagged connection being for real, grace-notes, it's electric!, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, touch
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Humanity
She came to know him through the brushwork of fingers– Light, the common touch. (Image of Charlie Chaplin meeting Helen Keller)
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Tagged charlie chaplin, haiku, helen keller, John Biscello, meeting of the souls, touch
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Dark Matter
It is in the dark, the wild opaque frontier of scent and missive, where the thesis of glimmer bares recognition upon who and how much we are not when touching, the run of love a gradient quicksilver etched in pulsing … Continue reading
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Tagged doing it in the dark, John Biscello, Joy in Whosville, love's tactile reminderandum, poem, touch, who I am not
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