FrasMac

Poetic Therapy

Poetic Therapy

 

Come here, let me look into you.

I can see you’ve had a hard day,

boss being a dick as usual eh?

Never mind him, they all get their

comeuppance in the end.

Let me soothe that knot from your shoulders.

There, that feels good, yes?

I know, you’ll give me half an hour

to stop.

This won’t take that long.

Mmmm.

I can sense all your stresses leave.

Should we take this further?

Pour a little glass of wine.

Kick your shoes off.

I can do this all over you, all night.

You want me to?

Cool, that’s how

we should roll - you needing me,

me kneading you.

I’m joking.

You know this satisfies

me as much as you, right?

It’s the tensions of touch, the touch

of nuances;

the long, lingering surprise

of the metaphor.

There.

That’s better.     

 

19/12/19