The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Capsicum

Would that my green 
could blush red
and my flesh offer the 
piquancy of dragon's breath
thighs spongily arched
into a head full of seeds
that the birds peck out of me
with their lust for the 
herbaceous lure of nightshade 
roasted and smoked
into chipotled dreams
thusly flavoring the whole pot
into an orgy of chili
and I the carnal chutney
dance amid onion aromas
and myriad jewel juju beans 
salsified and glistening on
the rounded back of the
softest tortilla splayed wide
and open to my zesty burn.
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