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;