Another Poem (Hurrah!)

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Before We Slept

you are bone
weary, exhausted body
aching from the strain of hauling
hundred pound boxes down
three flights of stairs

I press
the heels of my hands
deep under kidneys,
framed by hips, on either side
of spine
you groan

I knead your flesh
Cup scapula and rib stroke
Deep, find and unbind
Long cords of knotted muscle
Dig fingers into skin

You turn so I can work
My fingers along ridge of brow
And cheekbone
Follow the cartilage curve of your ear

Small breasts exposed, you gasp and
Twitch with every press and pull
but my hands stay firm
above your collar
bone cup
your lolling head

massage your scalp
my longing
badly hidden

you moan

my fingers in your hair