Last night I was touched
by an aged, black-eyed
Trojan from the back woods.

He made me fall like a bold faced
Ballet dancer with unclear eyes.

We lit through a sensuous, agonizing fever-
With the optimal balance
of the Big Dipper.

He broke the nauseating script,
Waking my neglected comedy
with October secrets.

Combing through the morning
bonfire with tribal concord.
Wind-chill bit at his semen.
Through the breathy encore
I accepted his release
Knowing the cold injection
would rapture me

Swelling my prolific doubt.