The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Soul Hives

Have you ever known that welt
or sore that neither itches or burns
yet mars the beauty of our soul?

An edematous heart sags in the breast
swollen with concern for its love
straining to be strong and heal.

No wealth can transform the sackcloth robes
which cradle our flesh, nor can it
wipe away the ashes spread upon my head.

For patience is the balm administered
when eyes lock for a moment in understanding.

And love is all we ever really have,
held dearly as we lie down together.

Words get trapped in my throat, 
swallowed unspoken;
Tears are trapped in red eyes,
that see only you.

I am prepared to wait a thousand days,
though I am living in your moment of pain,
like an ocean with shores unseen,
our drifting will find new earth,
and our love will once again Eden's garden be.
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