Weird Boy Staring Backwards Poem by J.R. Kelly

Bushel of fur
pokes out of skull,
curves below,
seeking flesh.

Neck disperses
reaching a set of shoulders,
toned and rolling.

Limbs, not arms,
all of equal importance.
Not so strong,
though stronger than mine.

Bundle of behind,
so perfectly perky,
so proportionate.

Trunks as legs
plant into his ground,
blessing world's crust.

Elevate me,
evaluate my presence,
reach forward,
please touch me.

A warmth to feed my mentality.