Evening Chirapsia

                                

Evening Chirapsia

As you slide out of your robe

The cool sheets caress 

A hint of dampness from the shower

On skin still warm and glowing

Creating a frosty feeling as 

The last of the moisture 

Evaporates from the soft breeze

Of the ceiling fan

The smooth jazz wafts

Through the flicker of candlelight 

As if the pillows themselves 

We’re serenading you

Tensions release

As you close your eyelids

And feel the first touch 

Of gentle fingertips

The soft sound of hands 

Rubbing together 

Releasing the aroma 

Of warm oils

Sweet and spicy 

They begin to kneed

Firm and slippery

As the muscles melt

Shoulders first

Then the lower back

Thighs and calves

Time for the feet

Massaging the Achilles

And up and down the arch

In between every toe

Attention to each

The arms, the hands, 

Each finger stroked 

Then under the jaw

Behind the ears

Small circles on each temple

As thumbs trace sockets

Each ridge is followed

Even ears and lobes

You’re liquid now

As the hands continue

Ever so slow

You begin to float

It’s been a good day

But the ending’s the best

A slice of Nirvana 

Your Evening Chirapsia

John Snelling

9:22:19

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