The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Still mutterings

I rolled over
and showed you my pink-skinned
belly, hairless and taut,
(fetid cellulitic corpus from afar,
I cry into my milk
the sugar crystals still glistening
on my lips, saccharin sparkles
tussle my hair and dig into
my third asshole,
stop, you're making me laugh and
giggle even though the titanic hunger
holds no more water, and I
sink here, in your arms, and
arrest my mind's musings, gently
put my finger to your lips
so I may not speak
I know I mutter
utter non
and anon
just enjoy
the inbetween.
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