by Madelaine Nerson Mac Namara, ©2013
I prepare for the time
when it will not do
to be shy touching you.
At Shiatsu classes
my new hands find their voice.
Tonight I stand
hesitating
behind your pink armchair
your aching shoulders
my homework practice.
Skin invents itself
currency and gift.
Your neck smoothens
like a kitten's
my back ripples, morning alive.
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