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Seduced by the opaque light

of a night in San Francisco -

hypnotized by the drifting shadows

of dieffenbachia -

aroused by the insistent rhythm

of  "Space Oddity" -

you kissed

and re-infected me.



After years

of self-imposed quarantine

from the incapacitating effects

of intimacy and sex

I had cultivated a strain of resistance

I believed to be the equivalent of immunity.



How arrogant to assume

that I could again

commune with such a virulent virus

and defy the disease.



One FUCKING night!



And now I am

nauseous with need

faint with fever

delirious with desire

and incoherent with craving

for more of you or someone new.