Jesus,Man!

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Jesus,
man!
Lying over steel bed
glowing, mercurial.
Palms cupped to the sky
legs thick logs
splayed. Eyes hooked
repressed blinks.
Cheeks hooked,
pierced face
permanent amazement
conceals pain.
Hard core,
hard, shakes
your core,
deep, deeper than fisting
baseball bat
swallowed up the ass
deep!
Jesus man
bring me to my
knees, devote
self to commune
with my shallow
grip on your significance;
I’m too, carnal.

Pain swallowed
by followers.
Vulture voyeurs’
eyes scanning, leaning in
for more of the pleasure/pain
elixir that is his blood, sweat.
That is his blood
crowning his countenance.
Devotees swallow him
up, bald-headed, naked,
bound, fixate on every inch
of his flesh, tattooed, hot
slippery, throbbing
alive.
His skin buzzing under
Devotees’ greasy gloved
hands caressing
feet, chest, in between toes
shins, arms, bulging sac, belly
arms, shoulders.
Jesus man, rubbed down
with care to see him rise
again in beauty, desire
unnerving pain. 


*Inspired by the beautiful rawness of Ron Athey. 

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