Relax Me, Baby

As your fingers
loosen long strands,
I breathe easily
at the end of
this hectic day.

You delicately trace
around my ear,
up the base of my neck,
moving me closer
to the relaxed state
that I wish to be-

almost

in sleep’s gentle hold.

My toes,
in jealous moods,
wiggle and wiggle again-

“And where’s our massage?”

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