Jason Stutz

 

A Naked Poet-Prophet

Adoring his body

I recognized it was Walt Whitman

It was his hips that showed him to me

wide and graceful, the hips of a strong and lovely man

cupping his vines and his fruit within them.

 

I have never seen one stand so straight

An arrow of masculinity, divine with Love

His long, lean, muscular legs

Perfectly placed to the ground

And he at ease with these protuberances.

 

But his eyes are most clear, most telling-

they were grey as a sky in winter

but clear as if the sun penetrated through from behind.

 

 

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