She moulds her hands
over neck and shoulders
as they stand in line
for a few minutes of
a soft touch
that holds up time
and eases the mind.
THE MASSEUSE
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
She moulds her hands
over neck and shoulders
as they stand in line
for a few minutes of
a soft touch
that holds up time
and eases the mind.