The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Music of Navel Tracing

She tickled his bear navel 
with fingertip tease
hanging on his tessellating quivers
swollen breath heaving its heft 
muscles clamp to cease the chase
folding limbs over to unveil
the creamy center melty mellow
primordial swamp of the musing womb
pricked into a new gravity
overflow resolves all tension
into the spiral of wavefronts
echoing an elk-hearted groan 
of loins unlocked by an elfen graze
belly rune traced upon dragon bones
unlocks the mystically masculine
comet struck from dark sphere
conjurings of weathered needs
clap of lightning from 
her burgeoning cloud florals
leaking a kingmaker's confluence
of borrowed tapestries to drape
broad shoulders in her timeless tunic
of embroidered purples.
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