the word is not the thing

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I am being massaged

By a beautiful woman

She is more than a sight for sore eyes

"A real woman - lineal indeed"

Not some snake in a bikini

I am naked and wet

She rubs honey in my hair

She delicately rubs my skin

My stomach and groin

The lower part of my belly

Erogenous zones

And I feel the warmth and the delicacy in her fingertips

But I refrain from becoming aroused

This is a transaction after all

An erection would be unseemly and inappropriate

But I lay there on my front

And she rubs and kneads my buttocks

Washing me and rubbing me and washing me 

and pushing her soft hands against my warm flesh

And as she exercises the muscles of my neck

My head is turned towards her

Her bikini pants are at the level of my nose

My breath is touching her thighs

I am inches away from her forfended place

And her pants are held in place by a delicate little bow

Which I wish to pluck and undo

And reveal the oyster and pearl which hides beneath

But of course

I don't

Only in my mind

And that's not a very satisfactory place

But the massage continues and the softness of her breasts and the will of her fingers 

dominate my being

And I imagine my words as though poems were sensual

And that when I compose them for you

I imagine that I am rubbing them into your lightly oiled skin

That they soothe you tangibly

That they push against your aches and bruises

That they rub against your scars

That they make you wet

That they make your nipples erect

That they have a physical effect

Not just a gloop of mind juice whirling round your brain

I want to scratch my words into your muscles and skin

I want to rub them on your belly and breasts

And I want to fill your lips with their meaning

I tremble to say this

It's the whole purpose of my poem

To touch you

To turn you on

To kiss you with the electricity of cognition and enter your sacred space 

like a spark in a bell jar

Wash you with my sense and sensuality and the splash of my stones

Thrown into the placid water of your openness

And rippling through your veins.

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