A Contorted Life (A nativity poem)
It's Kama Sutra time-
The time of positions
One for each year of life
Like old missionaries
We face each other prone,
prayer-like. Hip to hip
then in the canine style
loud barbaric yawps
I've slithered lustily
over generations
of contortions-twisted
shapes, oddball positions
and survive today for
my age of Kama Sutra-
magic number sixty
nine-my sexy birthday!
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