She can’t bend her aging body to love
like that, but next to her in bed I just
lay my cheek on her arm and settle in,
skin to skin, and she lays her cheek
on my head and at my age that’s
practically skin to skin and we just
settle in, some painter’s portrait of love,
exploring the Kama Sutra of cuddles.
Kama Sutra of Cuddles
About Me
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, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, 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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Well Bottom Blues 
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