i was focused

on autumn’s

cumming

when that

time of death

and frost

ejaculated

in my mouth

autumn itself

was arrogant

with the bitter

days riding

ponies through

the shadows of

woods fallen

away and split

with slashes

of red freezing

on my many

hungry tongues

and traveling road

trips through

the blue-veined

aquifers of your

elegant and

honied-fat cock

liquified like

nitric acid in

some hurtful

instant of relief