The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Cradle

How tender the gathering into
cushions of iris petal fur on
leopard spotted neck trailing

breathless spasms that ripple
spineward curling the proximal
sigh into knowing eyes smiling

clutched behind the widow's peak
caressed to one side tickling
my embarrassment of hanging out
ward spread to catch an arrow
truly unleashed without restraint

or orbit other than love's sweet
tether annointed by lips pressed
to forehead dreams appreciatingly
heard and wondered around and over
interrupted by your mosquito
misgivings quickly diverted away

and over as milky tears lubricate
your turning eye that peers from
the mountain peak with rams horn
trumpet unspiraling shared silence
so the soul glory may depart with
crown and scepter more demure than
lordly fluttering egotistical eruptions

no, rather the foot falls upon borrowed
toes curling and wincing at the
swaddling of your deep diaphragm inhale
silver maelstrom absorbing the moony roomlight
cozy and scintillating with afterglow,
the air's fabric flurries with firefly
flutters of lantern wanderings in the dark
forest fermenting in the fomenting of azure

pools that pool between fallen limb decay
rainbow slicked in mystic oils essential
ly dripping from the canopy where
your atmosphere spreads like a prairie unfurled
carpet of crimson lined in brass bellows
while you take your desires on a rollercoaster
rampage of idiotic iterating inhibitions
yet my patience lies watching with naked delight,
gathers up your uttered ejaculations splattered

across the heavens and hells and betweens
plucked like forest grapes climbing the ivies
rendered into a shared smile of satiation
and place them upon this moment's pyre
so the chorus may render ample approbation
and thus warmly we may drift off into
the vibrating betwixt the strings of the lyre
unplucked with liberal libations unpoured
to herald the newly fallen constellation
contrailing the swaddle of the nascent night.
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