Sexy Poem

Podoke Doily as a Symbol of Sexualism
for Anna

Well sure Jeb I seen you see me bathe

I know’d you watchen’ and I thought well

although the devil bade me display

myself I mean although I brushed my skirt

aside I know’d it was wrong but surely you must

You know we are alone, right now Maryanne

Ah, Hell able this can’t happen and you know it now

as I knew it then I know'd I said to myself, Mary-Anne

you cover yoself up or otherwise that young boy

is goin get some awful visions in his brain ‘bout whats

right and what ain’t right and although this is right and

You’re blushing may I kiss you?

Well golly, I never been asked such a thing in such a frank

way you see I jus don’ know whether tis right you see

the pastor t’other day he say to me, Mary-Anne I see

you gettin’ along in your woman-self and although I know

you ain’t yet been seen by a boy (referring here in the Western

Vernacular to dating not a reference or Irony to The Aforesaid

Have you seen a man? I mean Maryanne have you seen a man’s flesh

Happening) Yes My pah’s like a throated gizzard dangled down

all anti-sexy like when I was but a young’n I swaird it were real big

moreover, when momma come round she say, cover yoself up Yoakum

this girl is whatchin you pee yoself and she ain’t not yet ready to know

she ain't not ready I mean Jesus Mary and Joseph Yoakum

this here child is what? barely an age worth mentionin’ She already

Will you touch it?

Shit Abner put that thing away or down or whatever it is

you manfolk do with your members so arrayed will ya

see I am no waifish here to be splayed like some chicken

by a gizzard creation made in the holy image of the lawrd hisself

now if you don’t, oh Jesus I seem to be all flustered I hope

I won’t faint as at the barn-raisin’ festival we had after killin’

Your dress won’t come undone here in the back

It’s dem hooks see, yes like that, anyways as I was sayin

in the way aforwords we had usselves

a barn raisin’ festival and Percy sure looked at me sweet

and the eyes of the lord flustered me allover

and I did think angels was knocking me clean out on account

those yet as to be used floorboards like some dulcimer

You are beautiful Mary-Anne just like Eve herself

Shit you know I liked it when you say that but

you sure papa won’t come home nor your neighbors

swing by for a visit, Jesus these covers is soft

you got them from Persia they is so silky and

warm seemin though I never noticed that before

the times you welcomed me toward your room

your covers seem commonplace but now I see

No one will know of this this is to be spoken to no one

I knowin’s that what we do as we are in the confines

of your bedsheets which again are luscious and full

need be spake to no one nor be spoke of in the future

savin' you dead in which case I might confess to da preacher

or otherfolk of my herein defilin’ so they think I ain’t no

whore which bygod I am not no whore nor saint nor innocent

you drownin’ me Paul you drowning me deep Richard you are

Here I am here in your arms all around you I am you

Jesus Franklin Joseph Benjamin abel David Saul Solomon

holy saint Solomon I give my eternal wisdom unto thee in prayer

to the almighty hallelujah in the name of the lord I undress

in three phases first I cry your name lord the greatest

of men the giver of these divine gifts I am about to receive and

I pull down the covers and disappear in your food,

dear lord your meat I disappear like a flower to the flame.