Meltdown/Massage Poem

She posed with grace and poise

Befitting a Greek statue

That cool evening last spring

Her beauty and gentle spirit

Shone through in every pose

Warming every heart

The art she inspired

Was something

To behold

In the aftermath of this beauty

She sat there with a cold stare

And in my soul I could feel

Something was askew

“Are you ok, my love?”

I gently inquired

“No, I am not”

The words barely escaping

Her lips.

I placed my hand gently

On hers, and could feel

The energy flow

From soul to soul

She smiled gently

And slowly said

“Sensory overload,

Help me relax”

And so I take her back to

My place,

Knowing what she needs.

Gently I remove

her shirt

Slowly, softly, subtly

Caress her shoulders with

A feathers touch

Energy flowing from skin

To skin

At once easing her

Tension and reassuring

That she is

Loved.

As my hand travels

Gently down her

Spine, I feel

Her energy pick up

The warmth and energy

Flowing between our

Skin

A gentle sigh escaping from

Her lips.

She falls back into

My arms

I gently embrace her

My lips barely touching

Her neck in a kiss

Sweetly she sighs and whispers

“I could fall asleep like this”

Softly I whisper in her ear

“I love you, my dear.”