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Massage

I tremble in place as I melt inside
Body and mind changing into something forgotten
Weakening at my joints under the magic of touch

It wasn't even much
though it filled me
pulling pieces apart at the seams

chain linked sinew unwinding
heartbeats feeling each other
through capillaries tingling under skin

solitude humming into whispered song
like prayer from Bacchus to GAIA
Chakras dancing drunken in life's golden caress

cold flesh reborn in harmony
under evenings glow
left lying complete in peace
Written by sammy4444
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Author's Note
I need a massage, I work with my body. Touch is healing but in these times it's few and far between.
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