The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Fathom

At midnight, I fell
onto a moonlit ice raft
You calved me across an ocean
and melted for me
onto a sunrisen strand.

Inexplicable, the salvation
as if a longlost entanglement
You leaned me up against a stump
and waited for me to stir
as if a fever were passing.

Passing over, dark sun
ever an ultraviolet brilliance
You fathomed my breathless hesitance
and took my ichor for milk,
forever annointed by your honeyed thumb.

Ashes fall from my tousled hair
Silver leaf like dandruff
You scrape away the dross 
hiding my midas flesh 
sanguine pulsations ripple 
between our worlds and words
You rappel my cavernous need
then lick your warm lips
and give me my fondest dream
pressed upon my ache and seed.
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