a quiet love poem for massage

cradle a head in my hands
and it feels like home

breathing synchronizes
with no effort
no notice, really

judgement falls away
as the spirit calms

nothing exists but the body
curves
sticky remnants of pain
hollows of loss

all eyes closed
body given
to mold
hold
change
love
comfort

and i am home

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