Jesus On The Cross. Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I am sexy out of my pants;
I am a stark naked wonder,
I clearly show it on my face
though I am very shy in my eyes.

I am a tingling lovely valance;
I am a caressing indulgence of the heart,
I am the thing that causes the soul to get fat
and forget all about its gruesome sorrows,
I am the most important creature under the shadow of the night.
I am in a higher echelon of sensational measure;
I am only subdued by the touch of a hand like a dog,
I am the source of ecstasy above a psychotropic drug.
Right now, as I survive within my acquaintances,
I am Jesus on the wooden cross.