Tagged: massage

perhaps our eyes are

perhaps our eyes are
playing tricks
with us all the
time, we massage
the illusion
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: massage

because you already

because you already
knew my upper
trapezius, the
new old knot
that visited this
morning needed
no introduction,
only a welcomed
investigation,
new old kisses
.
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there’s a knot in the

there’s a knot in the
back, under my right shoulder,
about the size of

a tanka, waiting for you to
break down into syllables
.
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sunday brunch is a

sunday brunch is a
slow massage that knows its way
around the morning

the familiarity
tickles, loosens unknown knots
.
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there is an ache

there is an ache
in my shoulder
that remembers
the heel of your
hand, the way you
gather clues in the
dark, track
down culprits,
one by one, then
set them loose
without a word,
letting knot after
knot fall
.
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