Pied Booty

Glory be to God for sexy things—

For cries of coupled lovers as they bind and bow;

For moles that on her hip’ll make his dolphin swim,

Fresh and fired up; nutty balls; G-strings;

Lovescapes pulsing and flesh-shoaled—furrow and plow;

And all shapes, their leer and freckle and whim.

All people dumpy, bald, regressive, strange;

Whoever is fickle, faithful (who knows how?)

With slick, abrasive; sweet, sour; disheveled, trim;

Who father-forth and mother-forth all change—

Praise Him.

Source: Poetry (July 2005)