The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Tang

Dive beneath fang and fervor
so sanguine dare the ether 
to opacify, harden fingered slip 
to form a face with ruddy lip
nipped in the crust of cringe
and swole the turgid fig.

Meta milk the pineal 
of its logic venom, and 
passover the black-boil fever 
Life's an apertif for those
that hunt and hunger,
blessed be the cynar for which 
I thirst.

I squeezed your peel to my eye
*insert animal sounds*
lapping up lactation's sour
musky the funk that frees 
my palatial ennui, 
I am piqued.

It's 50 50 whether I succumb
to the bacterial flush or
sink into the savor so salacious
the stars twinkle with the polypheromone drip
and I lie here beneath in utter contracture
as we have our way with me.
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