The Massage
The Massage
My oil-slick palms
drag tightness back
diagonally.
Left hand folded over right,
ever increasing pressure
outward from the spine,
peels inhibitions away
with tensions and daily pains.
Kneading fingers probe;
writing sonnets on your skin
in lover's braille,
navigating your flesh
without a map.
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This Quadrille (44 word poem) shared with those above the fold folks over at DVerse Poets.
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Sigh. These lines are perfection:
ReplyDeletewriting sonnets on your skin
in lover's braille
So beautiful.
(ooops. This is De, WhimsyGizmo.)
DeleteWow, Chris, this is a stunning quadrille, I especially love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘peels inhibitions away
with tensions and daily pains’
and
‘writing sonnets on your skin
in lover's braille,
navigating your flesh
without a map’.
"lovers braille" I love that.
ReplyDeleteAhhhhh....
ReplyDeleteNothing feels more relaxing than a good massage. Good way to commune with another person.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done. Great use of the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThat final stanza was superb.
ReplyDeleteArcadia Maria
Romantic, and I love the sonnets. What a surprise.
ReplyDeleteI thoroughly enjoyed your sensuous quadrille ... now, to find someone capable of this magical massage.
ReplyDeleteSuch a massage with sonnets on the skin sounds perfect
ReplyDeleteGorgeous and sensual writing, Chris.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
"Kneading fingers probe;
ReplyDeletewriting sonnets on your skin
in lover's braille,
navigating your flesh
without a map."
Wonderful writing, Chris!