TIGERS UNCHAINED

We dance the dance
dreamlike
of eternal harmony,
magnetically connected
like a first kiss.

Inseparable
beyond
impassioned expectations,
we dance fiercely
like tigers unchained.

Movement on movement,
breath on breath,
rumbling,
tumbling pores
decanting liquid life
beneath the rhythm
of a single heartbeat.

Enormous together
we are one with the night,
belonging only
to the moment
and the music
in each other.

© JOHN PISCATELLA

A MOMENT'S EDGE

Under my skin
is a younger man
who once was
and will always be
a version of me
that returns like a boomerang
to the surface
of a soul’s journey.

Blanketed
with a tidal wave of dreams
and the metered motion
of memory,
the years
are parading fast,
twitching involuntarily
from cycle to cycle.

But in the belly
of the invisible
I am just as I was
from the outset,
a sparkle
of possibilities
in the perpetual mirror
of my own eyes.

Of all that I have done
I see again
and again still
the beginning
of a moment’s edge
where
the sweetness
of life’s passions
ripens the rhythm
of my imagination.

© JOHN PISCATELLA

MY OWN TREASURE

If
I am
my
own treasure
I am
rich
because I dance,
not only
to
heart music
on
full moon nights,
but
to an undeniable rhythm
of myself
so
deeply penetrating
it
is a privilege
to
my soul.

© JOHN PISCATELLA

AN UNFINISHED SONG

Simmering beneath my skin

and the infinite air

is the unflawed unmistakability

of abiding attachment

and the penetrating silence

of an unfinished song.

To live

with awakened expectations

is startling.

To drift languidly

without them is

darkness deferred.

Between the past and future,

in the middle of a life

lost not to twilight,

is a flowing heart

and a burning spirit

shining brightly like sun

and moon on

seasoned shards

of crystal silence.

At times I feel,

in a moment of lucidity

and wide-eyed wonder,

that it is enough

not to be all enough,

if only to savor

the poetry of passion

in and out

of the life

inside me.

© JOHN PISCATELLA