Yesterday a friend brought her massage table over to my place and treated me to the gift of touch. We listened to enchanting music and her magic hands put me into a place of pure bliss.
I soaked up the after glow with a cup of tea in front of the fire, listened to the above, and wrote the following. My 12th poem for April.
With much appreciation & gratitude for your connection, friendship and love.
This one is for you Doone.
As her hands dance
across my flow of atoms
Tapping into and opening
the rivers of energy
Magical healing hands
Caressing and stimulating with kindness
compassionately and lyrically accessing
the glimmering meridians of music
that my body holds hidden
The piano accompanied with the chorus
of robins and chic-a-dees outside my window
Ebbing and flowing
I sense the enchantment
of my own soul