Shiatsu

stay the bath towel, wait a little
the shower droplets are fingering

their way down to the tiles at my feet
through a maze of ruddy bumps and follicles

over the flesh atlas of my once tense skin
now merry and relaxed, let the work begin

eleven dozen acupressurists at my beck, with
massage strokes lighter than forgotten moments

the droplets find a path from dripping hair to drain
the knots of worry all wave hankies from the train

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