The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Cracks in the Crucible

Let the poor chalice of my embering words
catch the crevices of your sacred lacrimosity
see a flash of opal fire in your alabaster pearls
paint a silver edge to your shadow shuddering
share the mucus that lets the night fade long
and enjoy the rain of so many free-flowing thoughts

your primal salt is singularly sweet 
life's lees like myrrh annoint your crown
even though Helen chose her sojourn
you were more Vulcan than Deiphobus 
master of night's fiery whorl
your beauty is laden with bluebells
encrusted with robin eggs and owl pellets
for your raven eyes gleam with colors unseen
sending flames past the veil of stars
and so I drink from the golden gaze
of the ecstasy of your crepuscular rays
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