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