you’re tense, darling
a knot knitted below your shoulder
bumps up under the skin of your back
you’re stiff, dear
let me help you unwind
that spool of yarn
you’ve been looming over
ever since breakfast
(I’ll rub the ache away
just like I tugged away the knot in your jeans this afternoon;
a delight I then sucked at with my drooling mouth)
let me ride the pain away
in a bouncing rhythm
just like we’ll do later tonight
when the moon’s a silver dollar in the sky
M.B.B.
3/16/20
