Massage:
Where someone rubs hot stones
Up my back, down my arms
Over my ass
And it’s very good, thank you very much
His quiet voice interrupts only to tell me
To take a few more deep breaths
I do: in through the nose
Out through the mouth
Naked on a heated table
Cocooned in warm sheets
Look, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea
But I could do this every week
Ninety minutes fly by
Next time, make it eight hours
Of physical touch—my love language
Gentle and healing
Let me cradle warm stones
In my palms forever
With Love,
Natalie