The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Correspondence

The word was born between 
us in creation's nude
embrace.

Torn from the silent
thoughtlessness
we shared.

From my soul's cavern 
wall, I tuned my 
rib bone.

And from your eyes,
the music 

played...

More than passion could
convey or words 
attempt to say.

A celestial exchange
in sacred verbs
arranged.

Touching forever between
and beyond,
sown
in
seed
for generations of
offspring to speak
so much more.
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