Foot Rub

        
no charge no clock
nor taking turns nor keeping count
with no more expectation than you’d require
of a simple poem
just easing the weight off the end of day
through your toes and sole and heel and ankle
slow and deep and loving
to where the touch passes all the way through
as though exotic spices
buzz your highest ceilings
       
        
        


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