Last night I was touched
He made me fall like a bold faced
We lit through a sensuous, agonizing fever-
He broke the nauseating script,
Combing through the morning
Swelling my prolific doubt.by A.E. Jenks
by an aged, black-eyed
Trojan from the back woods.
Ballet dancer with unclear eyes.
With the optimal balance
of the Big Dipper.
Waking my neglected comedy
with October secrets.
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