The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Songwriter

I sing not to 
soothe or simper
salute or sally
but to 
drip upon your eardrums
blow down your 'bellum
tickle until it smarts.

My clever boy,
you tantalize to enthrall,
hijack my spine until I
tremor from the tease
and titill of your tongue.

I only wanted to 
be touched or touch
heard or be heard
your smile is enough
to begrudge or grudge
a kiss or the percussion
of your words
down my back to 
my pucker and sac-
rilegion bedamned
bemoaned, befondled
be my.
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