The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Fields of Joy

Why to know is to embrace
in our peabrain petri dish
what was admired from afar
boasted of petnames and 
the repeatability of kisses.

But whether 
conflationary or intuitive
studied or an epiphanic encounter
love carries us beyond curiosity 
surpasses the crude lust to enslave
yearns to trace with caresses 
the bloodiness of spear wounds
balks not at astonishment
but abandons the confinements
of self to wander no longer
fig-leafed in Elysian joy.
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