The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Metalove

I passed through the rings of your gravity
and your eyes captured my orbit
forever to be drawn to your core, I circle
until began the meteoric wobble
my axis bent by a respirator and fluids 
I drew close to feel your breath remaining
but the darkness was too heavy and
there was a collapse, my matter
turned in on itself, and my love
was distilled to a lighter fraction,
ready to wash your linens white
to raise boulders beyond the horizon
drifting to our zenithic vista,
stolen moment, my mind melts into meta
love, past the toil, past the children,
past a bed and bread once shared 
to the wordless stare between eyes
both trapped in lifeless bodies
this is our dasein, 
our phenomenological flower and
fruit burst open 
until nectar and balm 
become your nard and my myrrh.
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