2010...Massage Sanctuary Poem by rommelmarkmarchan beyond poetica

2010...Massage Sanctuary



Nothing can substitute the touch of hand
the panacea of your muscle ache-ness

DEEP TISSUE, DE-STRESS

Feel the soft touch like heaven
Soothing to your twistedknots
Slowly gliding palm penetrates down
To your ached muscle tissues
Absorb from daily stressful affairs;
Effleurage softens the rocking nerves
Petrissage kneads nodules of mortality

SHIATSU

The ball-ended weight of dry finger press
The crawling, rolling, rain-dropping
Sequences of finger tips
Along meridian trigger points
Striking like a slow-mo bullets
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Hitting, targeting, shooting
All impurities of stressful flesh

FEET REFLEX

By the frontier tip of the sole
Corresponding physiological order
By the cliff of scientific manipulations
By the well-matched zoning techniques
By the channel system of fainted glands
There
Anchored the waves of reflex
Normalizing all fragile, weak
Vulnerable mortal being

JETLAG MASSAGE

Lift me up high
As high as the mind relax as the sky
Bend down my wearied knees
Glide stressed thighs
Gently, please, gently
And
The numb soul is dancing now
With the flow of rhythmic
Therapeutic elasticity

this poem is strictly for massage therapy only
no extra services
God is watching us!

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