The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Boys Love

What is it we re-awaken in each other
when we lay late in the dark?
Held perfectly together in a
pool of warm intimacy.

Do we find peaceful reflections,
or yesterday's worries reborn?
Comfort is given on finger's tip
even when anxious hands hold back.

Wrapped in the flesh of men embracing
two boys cuddle, hibernating the night.
Sweet musings exchanged beneath the
stars of each other's universe.

One lies back, tender chest bare,
arms behind the head and legs sprawled 
as if relaxing on a hot stone by the
water's edge, in broad sunlight.

The other carresses and listens
to whatever thoughts enter a weary
forehead, smoothing away the wrinkles
of care's age from that youthful heart.

One dives into the deep, silent
words escaping him, communicating in
so many touches, pushing beyond 
care's weight upon a tired heart.

The other speaks words of love, of
adoration, and turns to hold a 
moment's tremble until it passes,
offering sweet soul's refreshment.

Two boys bask in day's bright end
wrapped up together around the
night fire of heart embers kindling
two men wrapped in each other's arms.

Fingers run through aging beard
Hands rub against tired muscle
Time dims to late moonlight 
And we lie together, in the warmth
of boys love.
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