The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Sapphire

Fireworks fading into explosions
of london blue shadows gilt with
red velour eyelashes rolled back
into the golden light of your face
lips spilling greygreen sagebrush 
smoke afloat and lingering on my 
sallow yet smiling cheek ablush
the camera firmly against my corneal
merry-go-round leaning back into
the whorl, the burlishly savage rush
to fly apart into stardusty galaxies
glinting against the sintered flywheel
cities of edges falling smoothly down
the dunes of undulating facets whose
house of cards forms mirrored mazes of
almost understanding slumped upon
the warm embrace and pooling down
the eternally leggy roots of the
great tree of death that diamond shears
our topiary evolution from metamorphic
schist to encrusting the crown of
the beloved who won the space race to
the saturnalia of sapphirical seductions
that is taking my next breath.
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