The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Come O Beauty

Come O Beauty
Come O verdant rapture
on which I long to repose
like one claimed by his lover
laid out like a feast he shall dine upon
at his leisure.

For I feel like a thousand delicacies
for his delight
I who hid in the dim shadows
now a spectrum of brilliance
a siren stream of ideas,
succulent and overripe, a garden 
so long unattended,
where passions grew feral
and now vie from a pit
like Medusa's head to transform
those who dare to gaze upon
this elict act of surrender
so violent in its intensity of being
right and true.

--2--

And I shall show him 
his grandeur, the majesty
of his soul.  His three houses
in which I shall live forever.

For, a moment in his eye
opens caverns within me
drills through clay to dark waters,
pristine and purely innocent.

When he stands tall,
all the earth blooms, and
holds  still  with his each breath
waiting to hear a word.

When he lies down and smiles,
my melted heart grows firm
as if my very being were fed to me
as some musky nard that stirs
me to a trance of wanting.

--3--

If you but love me for a moment,
I shall lunge from my impotence,
take off from the heavy entrapment
of my own thoughts.

Let me speak without thought
or care or calculation
Let me sing without practicing 
my words
or stance or defence or excuse
that might let me escape again.

Force me into you
Enter all of me, however, whenever
you desire, and I shall
adore all of you forever.

I shall be your reason and 
vindication, earned by each
patient embrace of listening
with understanding, without apology;
without a faned thought, with every
intention and act of love.

--4--

A love given to us
like land that is given to
the thirsty explorer who was
surrounded by unquenching waters.

A gift neither deserved nor sought
until the backbreak of our
heaving through years of ungiving ore
yielded a zircon of
otherworldly beauty.

And when we each gazed upon it
We knew
in the brilliance of a moment
that all had been found
and lost forever.

The final veneer had cracked through
and, as all we knew faded,
shadows from this pinhole
broke onto our heart caves
until we cried Yes!
and wept together in the
new knowledge that floods
us with each bite
of the sacred fruit of
Love.
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