Just digging through some old poetry magazines, and found this in the summer 2005 issue (in case you don’t know the original, read that first):

Pied Booty 

   Glory be to God for sexy things--
     For cries of coupled lovers as they bind and bow;
       For moles that on her hip'll make his dolphin swim,
   Fresh and fired up; nutty balls; G-strings;
     Lovescapes pulsing and flesh-shoaled--furrow and plow;
       And all shapes, their leer and freckle and whim. 

   All people dumpy, bald, regressive, strange;
     Whoever is fickle, faithful (who knows how?)
     With slick, abrasive; sweet, sour; disheveled, trim;
   Who father-forth and mother-forth all change--
               Praise Him.

Dabney Stuart