The fallen strand of her coiffed hair
deliberate imperfection excuse
perhaps to reach to fix it in subtle
invitation not modern voluptuous
small breasts but not childlike over
soft rolls of flesh a grown woman
desire incarnate in a body that's known
feast’s pleasure and the aftermath
of lust stretched and shaped into
an accessible goddess surprised
but not alarmed by your arrival
This is not Artemis fear not
Just excellent writing.
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Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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