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[ fAwL ] Relief
You are asleep
---unaware;
head in my lap
I calmly stroke your hair
combing out the week's
festering frustrations
with loving fingers
removing whatever
disparaging doubt
clinging in lingerings
---massaging shoulders
and neck, kneading
muscle tensions;
hands roaming about
uprooting apprehensions
in want of nothing more
wishing for nothing less
than to relieve your stress
as you enter the door
strip you free of dress
lay you on the floor
have you under me
rather than duress of daily
circumstance
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