Dabney Stuart

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.