Scented oils

The ringing stress it pulls and tugs
the mangle of the daily drub
come and bare  
all clothes must fall  
expose all skin whatever form  
for each submit, each piece of armour fall
 
Chinks of light fall through the cracks
the palmistry as you both relax
hands that sweep in rainbow hues
affection drum on soft tissue
 
To knead and play, talk just profane
for the fingers speak in words so plain
oil of each touch is truth
the coiled clock the mainspring loose
 
Evoke whatever love  by dawn's sunset
the wand we hold  
effleurage  the treasure to molest  
time and touch  the warming gold
 
Morning birdsong in our being  
repair and staunch the inner bleeding
assemble all the fractured pieces  
and melt together in a perfect thesis
 
and friction bring us that climax
perfect massage, music gods conduct