The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Caught in Opal Fire

Flowers wilt faster than a lover's breath
Feasts scrumptious enthrall but for a little while
Felicitous as the turnings of our celestial bodies 
Forever visits within a silken moment's linger
between the threads of coronal color spread
fire flows in capricious-fingered-tangerine jam
dappled in lemon silver cream where swim 
the tanchoed with finned prestidigitation 
peeling back the fluttering of petals sepaldeep 
anthered antennae follow a gallium visage
suckling on the gravel of proffered sugar plums
titilation sparkles like new fallen fur 
caught in the tremble of a perfect whisper 
held in the divine pivot of wonder seeping 
like rum into a heart mushy from a delicate gasp
eyes refracting the starlight of all fallen souls
upon the iridescent nacre of our mother vein
beating slowly softly across the glow of
our neuronal dreamcatcher that winnows golden
grains like a fool panning for pyrite while
garnering garnets of our all-father sweating
against the furnace fire with massive heaves
to quench a pearl of finest opalescence 
ever to burn in its own iridium beauty consuming 
the drossy-eyed into romantic apple embers asmolder
fallen into a halo of shimmering adoration transfixed
and dilated in an ineffable atmosphere breathlessly
waiting for a kiss or the chime to end our kneeling.
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