The Gospel Flesh
Flesh is god in all its forms
gobs of fat, skin on calavera bone
pink & mauve, its dews
& rains & hose yr face
no scent of sin or shame but
baptismal ammonia that
washes clean
pleasure of the cove
love the roll, the sag
peach-shape buttocks on panties
curiosities of the transgressive
take a razor to the rose
Continue reading
Also by Richard Oyama
- Thread1 MIN
Other voices · In conversation
- Just Passin’ Through1 MIN
- A Forgotten Christ1 MIN
